In early morning
summer folds into autumn
with a foretelling chill
Geese soar above rolling golden fields
chasing clouds toward southern climes
A deep mist hovers over the land
as though the earth has exhaled
its memories of summer’s warmth
and the essence of the season passing
lingers in the morning air,
a visible adieu.
Molly Hogan (c) 2016
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Nix the comfort zone 
Lovely! I would love to see (and feel) fall in your place. (It’s funny…I wrote about fall today too.) 🙂
Kim
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Fall is magical in Maine. 🙂 I hope you get the chance to experience it firsthand someday.
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Molly, this is wonderful, so many new ways to look at autumn’s passing. I love that “summer folds into autumn”, an ease we all admire!
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Thanks, Linda! There’s so much to enjoy in the change of the seasons!
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Love that your poetry is accessible to the masses. I have to admit I don’t get or connect to the New Yorker’s poetry. Yours I relish. Love these lines from today’s landscape.
A deep mist hovers over the land
as though the earth has exhaled
its memories of summer’s warmth
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Thanks, Dan! What a lovely compliment!
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Beautiful! I wish we had a fall like that. Here it’s just endless soggy grey rain from now until next May….! 😉
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Ah, but don’t you have the wonders of intense green to validate all that rain?
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What a stunning picture to go with your poem! I love “a foretelling chill.” Thanks so much for sharing!
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Thanks, Kiesha!
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This is beautiful, Molly! I especially love your opening. We probably won’t be feeling that chill for at least a couple months yet, but it’s definitely something to look forward to.
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Thanks, Michelle. Temperatures took a bit of a nosedive around here today. I think there was a 15 degree difference in the highs and I suspect we’ve seen the last 80+ degree day for quite some time!
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Your mention of the chill ties in so beautifully with those crispy, snowy blossoms in the foreground. I too like the three lines that Dan has referenced.
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Such a lovely autumn poem. These lines are gorgeous:
“A deep mist hovers over the land
as though the earth has exhaled
its memories of summer’s warmth”
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Thanks, Violet! I love watching the change of seasons–so much to notice and appreciate!
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This is so beautiful, Molly! I agree with Violet about “a deep mist hovers over the land…” Gorgeous indeed!
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Thanks, Catherine. I love my misty early morning commute to work–so beautiful at this time of year!
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Lovely words and photo of the fog. It’s a strange, unearthly time, isn’t it? As summer dwindles.
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“As summer dwindles…” You’ve got another poem started, Brenda!
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LOL I can’t help it!
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I like that exhale and adieu, Molly. Autumn is a magical time!
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Thanks, Tabatha. It is a beautiful time of year, isn’t it!?
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