autumns riot
of color, activity, and light
is a boon for our dulled senses

plants abloom, leaves turn,
bees gather, spiders weave,
golden light and shadows dance

let us find a field
entering as we are able
and marvel its rustic splendor

in awhile
dormancy, darkness, and decay
will send us sheltering inside reflecting

so all hail autumn
in your zenith here and now
harvesting what we may

Herb Stone
here&now working poetry
September 22, 2022 (Autumn Equinox)

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