Season of Departure

Autumn is a season of departure
Leaves are drying, turning color,
Never to be green and supple again;
Unleaving trees until they are bare.
Harvest empties fields and orchards.
Still one peach has yet to fall.

Robins abandon us
In search of warmer climes and more insects.
Bears shuffle off to slumber chambers.
Squirrels, gathering nuts and seeds,
Feed with crows on withered corn
and that one last peach that has yet to fall.

Children are bundled off to school.
Hay is ricked and off to market,
Cotton is baled and sent to the gin.
Migrant workers have pulled up stakes,
Moved on to harvests further South,
Leaving that one peach that has yet to fall.

written October, 2009

Dorothy A. Holmes apwlts2
This is a lovely verse...That one peach leave at least something to hunger for. Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing

Meggie Gultiano
lovely piece!!

york2frisco
At her birthday party recently " a peach that has yet to fall" engaged me with stories of all that had gone before. 92 harvests had passed leaving her alone to tell their tales. You've captured natures parallel images and events in your poem that reflect the human experience. Well done.

erik99
"Two great countries divided by a common language" - our robins in the old country (the original ones) not only stay all year but are a symbol of Christmas. Our postmen in the old days used to wear red waistcoats and were nicknamed Robin because of that. And how did that peach get left so long?

Dorothy A. Holmes apwlts2
A hint of sadness here...the verse is lovely in its quietness. Dorothy A Poet Who Loves To Sing

heather wilkins
lovely poem.

John X. McCullagh
A delight to see you posting again- nice seasonal write.