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 Autumn '24: Writing.
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