In Fall

O the sun hugs the house,
In a beautiful day..in Fall.
Storm clouds have rolled away,
And the vine is over the wall.

Seeded pods...line the ditch bank,
Rattling on the stem.
Wind strength pulling the leaves,
Curling each one of them.

And making harp-strings,
That echo in sound.
As currents flow freely,
Coming up from the ground.

As a rift of white vapors,
Stretches far in the sky.
And the vastness of space,
Is great for the eye.

All things lay in splendor,
As I listen to hear.
The chant of gay summer,
Leaving this time of year.


E.P. 1908 - 1989