Now that it is warming up, I miss NH and it’s cool fall. This poem goes back 28 years…YIKES!
August
How I long for autumn
Sweet ambience…
fiery skies,
dazzle my eyes.
Summer still holds you close
with blistery heat at most.
But a few cool days,
is having your way.
For autumn always follows
migrations of swallows.
if I look real close,
your leaves brown at the edges…
the winds follow your pledges,
and knock down a few early.
How I long for your sweet scent…
early nights…
time well spent.
Dreaming of your return…
How I long for autumn.
LEE 8-19-92
highland poetry 