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It is a time of magic.
A time when summer's green yields to the gentle
alchemy of autumn and begins its annual melting
into gold.
A time when dawn's first kiss is silvered by
the hoarfrost.
A time when hatches rise to wink ephemeral
wings against an Indian summer sun.
It is a time of magic when the bulls of autumn come.
From Laugh Kills Lonesome & Other Poems (Buglin' Bull Press, 1990).
Used here with the author's permission.
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Mike Logan (1938 - 2019) grew up in Kansas but adopted Montana as his home state in 1968 and. ultimately, becamse that state's Poet Laureate. A high school teacher for 25 years, a passion for trout fishing eventually led him to a new career as a wildlife photographer. It was writing cowboy poetry, however, that made him famous. Author of numerous books and recognized in 2006 as the Will Rogers Male Cowboy Poet of the Year, Mike traveled the country sharing his enthusiasm for, and creative interpretations of, life in the West.
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Jo:
"Autumn's alchemy"--the melting into gold.
What a beautiful image.
Posted 09/20/2013 02:04 PM
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Carol Hauer:
Me, too. I love the image of autumn "melting into gold."
Posted 09/20/2013 08:08 AM
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KevinArnold:
Brevity is the soul of more than humor. Deft.
Posted 09/20/2013 08:03 AM
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paula:
"Autumn's alchemy"--what a thought!
Posted 09/20/2013 06:04 AM
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