Oklahoma in the Fall

Well, it’s my favorite time of year.

OKLAHOMA IN THE FALL

Oklahoma in the fall

When cool breezes break the heat,

You can hear the Bobwhite call.

That summer is complete.

The Sumac trees are burning,

Blood red upon the hills,

Persimmon leaves are turning

Into dancing, golden frills.

In the dark, the silver moon

Silhouettes the blackjack trees,

Branches twist in symmetry,

Nightlife sings a gentle tune.

Mist reflects the silver beauty,

Dawn will break the spell too soon.

The coyote in the woods

Howls his mournful song,

A bobcat hunts for food,

A nighthawk glides along.

A rustle of dry leaves

Floating to the ground,

The hoot of an old owl

Softly making sound—

Dawn will break the golden rays,

Caressing dew upon the earth,

It welcomes yet another day,

Yet another autumn birth.

The deer stands in the shadow,

Listening for sound.

Sunflowers blow in meadows,

Rooted in the rich red ground,

Fields of wheat begin to grow,

Bright beds of mums are found.

Fall in Oklahoma,

With a beauty all its own,

Another Indian summer,

Or autumn as it’s known,

No matter what you call it,

All around its beauty’s shown.

I’ll grow old in Oklahoma.

Oklahoma is my home.

Tina Fausett/Author

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