October Poem

2nd Mortgage Gold, Amber, Orange Still supple Silently parachuting To green ground. Sun will weather to leather brittle and blown across the frost-browned yard leaves which smother summer. Finches frenetic in their fanfare to fall Call in cacophony Mockingbirds, robins and wrens. Furry- tailed bandit Lands on the awning Then leaps nut-in-mouth to the deck ducking Precious. Halloween black Hen- on- a- nest Curled…