When the air turns crisp and
harbors promises of cold nights
requiring the layering of clothes
to provide warmth the chill of
autumn dresses for the season
with leafy boughs that become
a finery of golds, yellows, reds
lining the street a fall runway
they bend ever so slightly to see
through the glass eyes of homes
where pumpkin pies are baking
and hot cider is brewing
© July 2017 Renee Espriu
This is response to Jamie Dede’s Wednesday Prompt. You can view more poets responses at https://jamiededes.com/2017/07/05/autumn-promises. The photo
below was taken from Morgue File and digitized by myself.
reneejustturtleflight.com 
Glass eyes of home, I like 😊
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Thanks Bela. I often think of things in nature or simply inanimate objects as having a life of their own.
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Love this Renee, a true feel of Autumn.. Though I do not wish Autumn upon us just yet.. I am enjoying Summer too much 🙂 ❤ xxx
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No, I too, am enjoying the weather now. But Jamie’s prompt made me think of it so thank you for liking the read. 🙂
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loved it Renee xx
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What a wonderful description of autumn. It’s such a beautiful time of year. 🙂
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Thank you Linda. Yes, it is certainly one of my favorites.
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You make the Fall sound very appealing, yet so many of us are reveling in our long awaited summer! Clinging to every sunshine filled day up here 🙂
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It was done because of a prompt on another site. I, too, am enjoying the warmer Summer days. Thank you!
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