Autumn Winds
By Cecily Bryant
All the flowers have bowed their heads
Among their seeds the squirrels have fed
Streaks of gold adorn my path,
The glory of summer’s aftermath
Crickets echo loudly in the dusk,
while rabbits ready burrows in the brush,
The air is crisp and the stars are bright
among the racing clouds of night
Acorns clatter on my roof
while whistling winds show us the proof
That winter is not long to show
Its lightest feathery flakes of snow
Cecily Bryant is a longtime Island resident, educator, and community volunteer. Her poetry has appeared in a number of magazines and collections.
Poets with a connection to Martha’s Vineyard are encouraged to submit poems of 120 words or fewer to m@mwest.com. Please also include a two- to three-sentence bio with your poem.
