Tomatoes are plump
Loaded on the vine
Blushing fervent red
Peeking from green leaves
Jumbled together
As the harvest comes
Russian sage bows down
Bluish-purple buds
Almost lavender
Catches a goldfinch
In a cameo
That flutters and is gone
The air grows chilly
Cool, fresh, and crisp
The blue sky ahead
Reaches down to greet
Fiery orange hills
In complement
Written for dVerse
Your Mr Linky link didn't work, so I came directly to your poem - I'm glad I didn't miss those plump tomatoes and Russian sage, blue sky and fiery orange hills - a beautiful riot of autumn colour!
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