Reader poem welcomes October | Letter

I wrote a poem last October while walking along one of my favorite spots at Lake Sammamish State Park, and would like to submit it as a sort of letter to the editor.


Underneath the yellow apple tree

A simple wooden bench

Watches walkers passing by,

Overhead two eagles dance

Across the feathered grasses

As they guard the Autumn sky

Everywhere a golden glint

Of softly buttered sun,

And leaves dressed up like rainbows,

A hint of smoke

In the early evening air

As chipmunks sit and chat with crows

Whoever longs for hearth and home,

A time to nest

As well as see the world anew…

Watches with anticipation,

The birthing of a season

As October makes its grand debut

Sarah Crow