Early October hills blaze
with crimson, orange, and yellow,
but the sadness of today mutes their richness.
Silent are the fields you diligently tended.
Tranquil is the autumn breeze
that once dusted your warm skin
with earth and corn husks.
Today, geese across Iowa are settling in fields
dressed in their somber blacks and grays.
calling to you with soft reassuring murmurs.
They are welcoming you back
to the hills you always called home
as we say our goodbyes.