snapping trees, bruising branches
while final fruits are coaxed to roundness
tender with summer’s sweetness,
a promise of thanks and giving both,
a slow subsiding of this year’s troubles.
Copyright 2021 Brenda Davis Harsham
Notes: Happy Halloween! This is a poem inspired by Ranier Maria Rilke’s Day in Autumn. A tree fell onto my husband’s car, but it backed out from under it without a scratch. It’s a year of worries, miracles and loyalty. May you find your own magic as the year dwindles.