Morning Purple, Autumn Drifts

In glimpse of morning purple, autumn drifts,    
With scents of earth and heat and vernal sun.  
To bury face and drink the pleasure in!    
   
How could the Fall, in soft pink button flush?    
In bell and bud awash in Spring new found?    
In stalk, new felled, new rise in verdant head.    
    
To once again taste newly open bloom,    
To stroke the velvet shell of rosy blush,    
To feel the strain of nature’s rush to live.    
   
How easy shift from back to front to side,    
How easy still the break of furrowed row,    
How sweet the give, the newly wet receive.    
   
The gift of easy work that brings to bear    
The juice of fruit awakened thorough, deep,    
That fills the mouth with soul of season’s pass.    
   
With scents of earth and heat and vernal sun,    
In glimpse of morning purple, autumn drifts.