The Wind Of Autumn

These days, nowadays, it gets dark very early; After a summer imbrued with pleasure and gaiety, The sun's rays are not holly hot, And two hours before the Angelus, the glare of clarity Enlarges with the sneaky waves of the sea, Which go up to the edge of the mini-seaport, To revive the tadpoles on the verge of death. The wind of autumn brings the fresh shade of the past, The leaves change garments every half day, And the kids are back to school. It's nice to see The toddlers in kindergarten playing in the courtyard, Like tiny foals galloping around the barnyard, Where the roosters and the chicks announce another day; The panorama is multicolored: in orange, yellow, and green. Copyright © October 2019, Hébert Logerie, All rights reserved Hébert Logerie is the author of several books of poetry.