(In Memory Of My Beautiful Mother Sept.10,1937-July 5,2001)
My mother loved the autumn
how the scent of pumpkin pie would fill
A new wind
crisp and clean
that came with an Indian summer chill
She in her red flannel
would greet this season
with her smile warm and inviting
A time when an apple sun met a harvest moon
to bring about a uniting
My mother loved the autumn
the poetic sounds of mother natures fairies
Of the squirrels hussling on ground
gathering nuts and berries
My mother loved the autumn
the welcoming back of a familiar friend
Her favorite time-before the fall chill
turned into winters wind.
