Poem: Harbinger

Harbinger

It is a little early in the season
so the leaves in the crook of the log
may be left from last season,
or perhaps they are simply ahead of their time,
knowing a truth about the seasons
we mere mortals do not.

About this poem

About Fall. About “signs”. Life is full of change.

Fall color is coming early here in Vermont. The picture was taken at a nature reserve in Hebron, NY.

Tom

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