Wood's Fest - Pennsylvania's Fall Foliage

The first cold and brisk fall days bring the smells down from the mountain and call the adventurous into the woods. This poem was inspired by such a rare day.

" Woods Fest "

Into the woods
of the great golden trees,
where a carnival has spread
a confetti of leaves

Autumn calls me
and I answer her song
She has a sweet voice
she draws me along

Past the rusty red berries
where the wood-rose tarries
over acrid ground littered
with wild black cherries

On through spirals of grapevines
that hang from the sky
and curl their wood tendrils
as I pass by

In this secret valley
of Queen Anne's lace
where blue paints the cornflower's
upturned face

The brisk-fading days,
of sun-shadowed haze,
in the ambered-frost fingers
my soul softly lingers