autumn Poetic Asides

 

Hubby’s First PA Autumn

 

I’ll never forget when,

almost 44 years ago,

my Wyoming fiancée

came to PA in autumn

never before seeing

the real meaning

of the word “fall”

when the leaves let go

in a bright cascade

to flit and flutter

and whirl about

in the wind.

Hubby-to-be

and I chased

and caught them,

laughing like kids.

 

And when we

prepared the yard

for our wedding,

he knew how much

I liked the sound and smell

of scrunching leaves

and he requested

they be left on the lawn,

not raked up neatly,

which some late-comers

may not have appreciated

as the crisp leaves

announced their arrival.