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Autumn sees the leaves dance
And flaunt their colors bold.
A gilt-edged, lovely falling time,
It turns the earth to gold.
Autumn ends the harvest
And breathes old thanks-filled tunes.
A fruitful, swollen storing time,
It hangs huge yellow moons.
Autumn dresses morning
In muted gray fog coats.
A ghostly, muffled quiet time,
It whispers silvered notes.
Autumn guides the waterfowl
Down old ancestral ways.
A peaceful, far-voiced flying time,
It brings on shortened days.
Autumn chants a death song
That signals winter's near.
A gentle, red-brown dying time,
It tapers off the year.
From Bronc to Breakfast & Other Poems (Buglin' Bull Press, 1988).
Used here with 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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