The Fall Almost Nobody Sees, by David Budbill

A poem for a slushy, cold, wet, dreary day.

The Fall Almost Nobody Sees

Everybody’s gone away.
They think there’s nothing left to see.
The garish colors’ flashy show is over.
Now those of us who stay
hunker down in sweet silence,
blessed emptiness among

red-orange shadblow
purple-red blueberry
copper-brown beech
gold tamarack, a few
remaining pale yellow
popple leaves,
sedge and fern in shades
from beige to darkening red
to brown to almost black,
and all this in front of, below,
among blue-green spruce and fir
and white pine,

all of it under gray skies,
chill air, all of us waiting
in the somber dank and rain,
waiting here in quiet, chill
waiting for the snow.

– David Budbill


2 thoughts on “The Fall Almost Nobody Sees, by David Budbill

  1. Well, you can wait for snow! i am waiting for the last few warm days that I am sure will come before the cold settles in for good. It’s been a early cold fall for us and I miss the long lingering days of perfect blue skies and just a hint of crispness that makes you appreciate the warmth of the sun on your face! I’m sure snow has its fans but . . .it’s cold and wet and holds not charm for me, not even for a white Christmas !

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