My thanks again to Corey Cook, who took 3 of my poems to publish in Red Eft Review. Here’s the second one.
Autumn
Sugar maples are the first to turn,
mottled orange and scarlet with the green,
trying on the season. I need a sweater
now for morning walks.
The geese abandon summer ponds
in keening, migrant skeins to follow
shorelines south.
In twilight, remnant fireflies
glint urgent calls to mate, hopeful,
as we are, for one last tryst
before winter.
Sarah Russell Poetry 
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Thanks, Steve!
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I especially like these lines, “trying on the season. I need a sweater
now for morning walks.”
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Thanks, Ali. I love the fall. When I was sorting seasonal poems one time, there were 3 times as many poems about autumn than any of the other seasons. Hope I never run out of ways to write about that season.
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Beautiful. May we always remain hopeful for one last tryst before….
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Indeed! 😊
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the hopeful firefly mates, flashing, hoping. wonderful poem
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Thanks, Beth. A special perk of living in Pennsylvania was the season of fireflies, then the dwindling to the last few in early autumn. We don’t have fireflies in Denver, and I miss them.
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one of my fav things in summer here in Michigan
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Wow! Beautiful, Sarah
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Thank a lot, Ryan.
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