Sunday Stills Hint of Autumn

Here’s a few signs of Autumn from Northern California

Grape are first to change color
Garden begins to go to seed
Roses keep on keeping on no matter
First Ity Bity Spider
Time for berry picking
For Apple berry crumble
Sharing the harvest

Three Songs at the End of Summer

A second crop of hay lies cut   
and turned. Five gleaming crows   
search and peck between the rows.
They make a low, companionable squawk,   
and like midwives and undertakers   
possess a weird authority.

Crickets leap from the stubble,   
parting before me like the Red Sea.   
The garden sprawls and spoils.

Across the lake the campers have learned   
to water ski. They have, or they haven’t.   
Sounds of the instructor’s megaphone   
suffuse the hazy air. “Relax! Relax!”

Cloud shadows rush over drying hay,   
fences, dusty lane, and railroad ravine.   
The first yellowing fronds of goldenrod   
brighten the margins of the woods.

Schoolbooks, carpools, pleated skirts;   
water, silver-still, and a vee of geese.

By Jane Kenyon

Terri and everyone I can’t always sign in to comment directly to you or anyone lately for some WP glitch. Im missing you all

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  2. HI Carol, great summer’s end photos! I miss the berry picking we used to do at the Sacramento Delta this time of year! I’ve seen the weird messages to log in before commenting on various posts. I end up using my computer when this happens, but sometimes it still works on my mobile once I log in. You might want to tell the WP engineers so they can start fixing the bugs.

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