This Autumn Prelude is in imitation of T.S. Eliot’s, Prelude I, which begins,
The winter evening settles down
With the smell of steak in passageways.
Dec. 16, 2011
The late autumn morning rises up
With smells of coffee percolating the house.
Crisp air of clear-eyed days
Steam vapors rise off frosted windshields.
Sweeping breezes scuttle leaves, dried flower petals
About your feet.
Windy air rattles the trees
Scatters chimney smoke.
School children with white breaths hike the hill.
Cars ballet through the intersection.
Birds flutter in to the feeder.
Newspaper in hand, then sipping of the coffee.