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Contemplative Days

A sky of dim and pale display
__Brings forth late autumn calm.
“A restful peace,” it seems to say;
__My soul receives the balm.

The faded leaves of golden tint
__Which cover thick the ground
Disguise a path with subtle hint
__Of hibernation mound.

A tepid sun and dawning chill
__Awake the valley’s morn;
Coyotes howl from distant hills
__Of seasons Time has borne.

Our human sense of time and change
__Gives sober thought to Fall;
Emotions run a milder range
__As Nature casts its pall.

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Margaret Brinton has lived in San Diego’s inland valley area for over forty years where she taught and tutored. Her poems have recently been published in California Quarterly and Westward Quarterly and The Lyric with upcoming work in the greeting card industry.

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4 Responses

  1. Roy Eugene Peterson

    Your poem flows and rhymes beautifully, as long as the reader knows that “coyotes” out west are pronounced “Coyotees.” This is a precious contribution to the poems of the autumnal season.

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  2. Paul A. Freeman

    Indeed there does seem to be a plethora of autumnal poetry this year. I particularly enjoyed how the unusual inclusion of coyotes placed the poem, and a title that really reflects the entirety of the poem. There’s a lot of strong imagery, but the phrase ‘tepid sun’ tops them all.

    Thanks for the read, Margaret.

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