Autumn appears as September makes its exit <br />I don't need for a calendar to know that it is so <br />A balance is found between night and day <br />Then hours of light get shorter as Fall says hello <br /> <br />The squirrels begin to scamper with a degree <br />of mad intoxication…delirious with excitement <br />Intent on harvesting walnuts after they plummet <br />from trees across the street onto the pavement <br /> <br />Furry tanned varmints are quick to dodge traffic <br />As they collect sustenance... clad in protective armor <br />Digging holes… storing treasures in miniature valts <br />The gatherers work diligently 'til dark like farmers <br /> <br />It is their internal knowledge that persuades them <br />to complete their life essential task before snow flies <br />As Autumn lays it's head onto a pillow of rusting leaves <br />Winter's soft blanket will soon float down from the sky <br /> <br />10/6/09<br /><br />Theresa Ann Moore<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-has-arrived/
