
Flavor of Autumns Past
Pungent scent of oak, pine, and maple trees
Penetrating the autumn air.
Remembering also the birches, cedars, and elms
Adding their aromatic flair.
Clasping to the limbs are leaves of deep and changing
Colors; apple red and tangerine orange,
And bright splashes of dark lime and lemon yellow grandeur.
Sweet memories of walking, strolling, and
Wading through clusters, piles, and layers of fallen leaves.
Autumn is harvest time as the last
Of the vegetables and fruits are plucked smelling fresh and sweet.
Pumpkin, squash, and ripened tomatoes
Are reaped from the gardens while the clinging apples
Are pulled from the orchard trees:
Granny Smiths, braeburns, bright red delicious, and
The yellow delicious apples too.
The last of the corn, the wheat, soybeans, and hay
Are reaped without further delay.
Then all enjoy the harvest and a feast on Thanksgiving Day.
Enjoying the warm winds from the south
And the west; a strong and yet gentle, tantalizing breeze
Before the colder north and eastern gales
Rush on in and strip the swaying trees until they’re bare.
For by then autumn is gone and winter
Has rushed in with its snow, layers of ice, and frigid cold
As temperatures drop to zero and below.
Amid the snow and that freezing cold, we take the time
To celebrate Christmas, favorite holiday of old.
Then to restore hope of warmer days to come, a hint of
Spring is in the air as the snow melts
And the ground is bare. Also soon, the snow turns to rain
And the world becomes green again.
Summer then arrives for all those young at heart who like
To camp, hike, swim, and dive.
Such enjoyment of long days, abundant sunshine, and
Celebration of Independence Day.
Like the musical beat of a favorite song or poem which
Entails its own melodious rhyme,
Each season with its own scents and flavors enters in its own
Predictable and expected time. As
After autumn, winter arrives, and then comes spring
Followed by summer and then autumn
Returns again with its own aroma and charming flavor
like an enchanting and familiar friend.
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