An early poem, inspired by Victoria Magazine.

September’s verdant view:
light translucent through the
still green and
sun-fire-lit leaves;
country paths followed
in search of my wildflower wish,
out of sun-playful days
into the cool.

Fruit swells sweet,
where mellowed heat
now tends to summer’s garden,
and apple-smooth tendrils of
bottle-green vine
climb to shadow…
Out of my window,
I watch the skylarks dive
and feed on ruby stead.

In fields,
we climb the slopes
of black-eyed susans
and render back
those oft-loved autumn days,
where song of summer’s heart
still lingers.

Emily Isaacson

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