'Autumn Walk' and 'September'

Two poems

By INEZ GEORGE GRIDLEY
Posted 9/21/21

Autumn Walk

 Walk out of summer. Step into fall.

The miracle of goldenrod,

The alchemy of frost

Tell us again that summer is lost.

Hear the wild geese call?

Don’t look …

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'Autumn Walk' and 'September'

Two poems

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Autumn Walk

 Walk out of summer. Step into fall.

The miracle of goldenrod,

The alchemy of frost

Tell us again that summer is lost.

Hear the wild geese call?

Don’t look back. The summer was fair,

But September is combing her wheat-colored hair

And fall is spread on every hill.

Leaves are dropping. The air is still.

Walk out of summer. Step into fall.

— Inez George Gridley

September

Fox grapes hang purple on the hillside vines

And elderberries scatter at a touch.

The cattle race across the autumn ground.

For sharp wild fruit of pasture apple trees.

A warm and mellow haze lies on the hills.

Soft maples cannot wait to turn to flame.

Earth holds her bounteous harvest in her arms,

So hurry, hurry, gather what you can

Before the blackening breath of early frost.

Why does the heart cry out for vanished spring.

For April with her pale uncertainty?

This is the rich fulfillment of a dream.

— Inez George Gridley

Both poems reprinted with permission from “Journey from Red Hill” published by CRS OUTLOUDBOOKS.

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