By Lawrence “Mack in Texas” Hall
No more the withered summer-browns of death
Crumbling and sere upon the dry and crackling ground
Beneath a Rime of the Ancient Mariner sky –
Leaves in autumn colours are falling now
Pale greens, poor yellows, weak reds, but good enough
To decorate this time of early frosts
With appropriate merriment, good enough
To rake into playtime heaps for children and dogs
These modest scenes will attract no peepers this year
But I will send you a snap – it’s good enough!
A Good Enough Leaf-Time
LogoSophia Magazine 