Mushrooms on my lawn;
They're strangers in a strange land;
Or am I stranger?
Black eyed Susans spring
From just outside my back porch--
Unbidden bouquet.
Three crows sitting still
On top of the old bare tree;
Then one flies away.
First Fall fuzzy bear
Predicts a mild winter;
Second one the same.
Bright red berries hang
Shining brightly in the sun;
(Their only purpose.)
With a jaunty walk
She disappears round the bend.
Just her flavor stays.
Dappled dark shadows
Light up the familiar road
Pulling me towards home.
Red leaf, blue flower
Light up their patch of the road--
An Autumn instant.
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