October's ancient infinity
beautiful autumn morning
bluebirds dip in formation
alight on a basketball goal.
Red stemmed prairie grass
grains brown and gold on top
stands at attention
silent sentinel.
Fox grass flirts,
curling its pretty tail.
Birds sing, sprinklers spin,
noises of woodpeckers, combines
boys
birds balancing on Blue stem crowns
a lone cosmos
defiantly shrieks it too, belongs.
'Inside,' even with its malt pancakes
is not the 'in' place to be.
Lines of brush-painted trees
rise above the fields
- a camera is needed
As the great one said, the earth is burning, burning
How about some joyful, brilliant burning
Even the old buildings and barns look beautiful
with their fiery frames of trees.
written 10-10-10 SLG
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