A Reprieve from August

Winter has come
To autumn this morning
The sun is low
Shadows are long
There’s ice in the buckets
Fields are frosted
Leaves still attached
Shimmer in a cold north breeze
The tractor sits idle
The cats are fluffed
Horses sleep in the shed
There’s talk of snow
And the Thanksgiving table
Is yet to be set
But winter’s warning
Is a reprieve from August
And the glow
From the maple tree
Warms the heart

Roy L. Nave
A November Morning
2018