Acequia 9-29

Acequia 9-29

The fall is young, and leaves are yet to fall
From these green aspens quivering overhead.
All autumns colors have been in withdrawal
But soon will form a multi-colored bed
On which to lay and think about the day
Delighting in October’s balmy breeze,
Rejoicing in a grove so far away
And catching yellow remnants of the trees.
They’ll soon be nothing; dirt along the side
Of this secluded, still acequia.
And in that dirt, they’ll settle down and hide
Until the spring bird flutters down to wake them.
 But as I sit here summer’s colors still
Are prominent in covering the hills.