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As I sit in a shady spot on my back lawn,
a cool breeze caresses me under a blue, cloudless sky
amid grass parched by lack of rain.
In the distance, barking dogs
and the hum of traffic on an adjacent street
punctuate the silent air.
No bird songs can be heard—no creatures flit about.
At least there are no mosquitoes, bees, or flies.
Fall is in the air.
After the dry summer’s relentless heat,
autumn can’t come soon enough.


Copyright 2021 by Abbie Johnson Taylor


The above poem was published in the October 17th issue of The Weekly Avocet. Click below to hear me read it.


On an Autumnal Afternoon