MUST BE AUTUMN

 

Must be autumn!

They play the World Series more often than they used to,

And the store on the corner is farther away now.

 

Save our environment! Save our planet!  Save our souls

As the axis turns the tilted world around once more, spinning the old people until they become dizzy,

Stepping in the footprints they made as babies.

But their memories are as gold as the leaves on the trees.

Is it the Sourwood tree or the Sugar Maple that crowns their seasons?

 

Must be autumn!

Back to school, coats and sweaters.

Is it pecans or pe cons?

The squirrel doesn’t care.

Run deer run!  Roll through the leaves and smell the wood fires!

Run deer run! Ageless as the tears and smiles.

Fly turkeys fly As we set out the pumpkins and bring in the plants.

Geese headed south like a choreographed dance.

 

Must be Autumn!

Play children play while the news is just something that interrupts the music.

While you trust in miracles, the old woman in a shoe.

And smiley faces on gingerbread people.

Who believe the recipe is forever new.

Let’s all go down to the store and buy ourselves a baseball.

Hit it out of sight!  … and Harvest it someday from a river on the moon.