Hawk Eyes

We have hawk eyes 

watching 

for the moment when the hills 

can decidedly be called red 

instead of green. 

 

We have hawk eyes 

watching 

for the day when there are more leaves 

on the ground 

than in the trees. 

 

We have hawk eyes

watching

the thermometer

waiting for it to drop

for the frost.

 

We have hawk eyes

set on fall

ready for the colors

ready for the leaves

ready for the chillyness.

Posted in response to the challenge PAST CONTESTS: Autumn '24: Writing. See Award Winners and All Submissions.

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Popcorn

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