Saturday I drove to Indianapolis for a writers’ luncheon. On
the way down, the sun was still fighting the darkness and a fine mist veiled
the scenery, so I barely noticed the trees. But on the return trip, the sun
highlighted the gorgeous fall colors.
That and a few lines in a poem written by a friend inspired
me to write this one.
A Feast for the Eyes
Driving alone I-65,
The trees are a candy store
assortment
Of cinnamon, tangerine drops, and
butterscotch.
Walking through a duneland forest,
The path is a farmstand cornucopia
With cranberries, walnuts, and
butternut squash.
Living autumn days,
The landscape is a Midwest banquet
That feasts the eyes while feeding
the soul.
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