Autumn Is Approaching Poem by Deanna Samuels

Autumn is approaching, slowly, gently, without rushing.
Main crops have been reaped and marketed
and spent corn fields await their fate as fodder
with remaining stalks to be plowed into the field
as nourishment for the next year's crop.

Tinges of autumn brown gradually appearing
while trees are shedding crinkled early leaves
which gather on road sideways to dry and crumple.
Here and there maples have already turned
to their magnificent red, outshining all others around.

Fir trees are renewing the extremities of their fronds,
the once rich green globes now bunches of rusting needles.
Goldenrods have shed their gloriously rich yellow petals,
now stand undistinguished within other roadside spent foliage.
Yes, Autumn is approaching slowly, though soon to dominate.

Written on the way to Stratford - 21st Sept 2025.