The Girl of Autumn

As dusk clutches the sun with
hands of scarlet,
a girl picks a burden off the trees.
 
Eyes of Ireland,
her hair, gold at the end of the rainbow,
she reaches toward the autumn awakened-apples
that come from the first buds of May.
 
Tugging, she falls backward into the
scorched dirt and speechless leaves,
struck by an avalanche of apples,
with a lonesome basket
face down in the breathless oaks and maples.
 
She grabs the basket, dusted with
a crisp fall breeze
and skips toward the soothing
smoke from the chimney.

Through the 3rd Eye was supported in its inception by the Grand Rapids Humanities Council and is currently made possible by continued volunteer effort and private support. Copyright 2013.