Autumn Equinox

Black crow sitting on the ghost branch caws,

white horse running up the hill.

Half-baked pumpkin in the window sill,

old brown buggy in the stalls.

Corn silk spotted in the sun’s last gleam,

Wolf dog lying on the floor.

Rusty shovel by the screened in door

grey paint dying like a dream.

Mushy apple on the trampled ground

shadow fingers touch the trees.

Cattle lowing in the goose bump breeze,

crickets picking up the sound.

Inky silhouettes retreat behind their walls

old owl hooting in the dark.

Red fox padding closer to his mark,

Autumn darkness slowly falls.

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