Harvest Moon of the Falling Leaf.(Poem)

I went out and down the harbor road. There was such a nice frosty, Octobery smell in the air, blended with the delightful odor of newly plowed fields. I walked on and on until twilight had deepened into a moonlit autumn night. I was alone but not lonely.

Anne of Windy Poplars

 
Harvest Moon of the Falling Leaf 
 
   When golden sunlight butters crisp-toasted October's fields 
   and leaves of trees glow with the fire of Summer's sun, 
   the whisper of the Autumn wind rubs their papery skin, 
   as they determine whether to hang on or descend 
   to blend with brushpiles to make shelters 
   for the forest …