I have fond memories of autumn,
In the woods. The leaves would lose
Their green color, turn a myriad of hues,
And create a carpet of kaleidoscopic
Shades of brown, yellow, and orange
On the ground.
The sun would join in at sunset,
Slowly fading, turning the sky burnt orange,
An impressive scene.
The pumpkins in the field would look
Like a patch of orange jewels scattered
All about.
In the shop, the terracotta pots with
Their rich, earthy burnt-orange color
Made me stop in the old country store
To look. Behind the shop, a patch of
Marigold flowers in bloom swayed gently
In the cool breeze.
I looked at them first, then I enter
The shop and be amazed by the items
Inside.