A Touch of Autumn

 Country Dusk, August

No longer is the road a tinsel strand

Whereon a line of motorcars flash by;

No longer is the summer sun a brand

Upon the smooth blue surface of the sky.

And where was heat and wind-blown dust, is peace

Of shadows now; where clamor, is repose

Of purple twilight and a slow release

Of dew on wheat and rustling long corn rows.

The rising moon unthreads the tangled way

Of books; cows cross a meadow on a path; 

The trees are silhouetted, wistful-grey;

Against the sunset's yellow aftermath.

While squares of lamplight over windowsills

Betray the small farmhouses on the hills.

~Ethel Romig Fuller, Kitchen Sonnets

 Back home again with memories of a walk in my sister's orchard.

I loved the discoveries of wood piles, tractors, rusty metal, and

above all else, apples.

 This property has been in my family for a long time.

 Nostalgia was the name of this stroll.

 With apples my heart travels to home and a touch of autumn.

There is always a moment to sip a cup of tea.

Are you beginning to feel a touch of autumn in the morning air?