Early October
Autumn makes its slow entrance,
vibration of brilliant red
finally settles on swamp maples
that line shore of Back River,
while oaks retain their drab green.
A solitary gull flies low
over sun-sparkled lake
as October’s golden light
illuminates purple clouds.
Soon bulbs will be buried,
before the first freeze,
our hope for an early spring.
Lainie Senechal
Softly slanting light
Burnishes the fallen leaves,
Summer’s grave.