A VIGNETTE #poem #autumn

It was a simple house in a simple town.
The road was long and winding.
Two men sat by the road.
They were playing cards.
One man had a bottle which was occasionally passed.
They were not playing for any stakes,
but as an excuse for companionship.
It was a simple house in a simple town.
Old gnarled, stately trees formed a woods
that lined the roadway.
It was noon, but the day was overcast;
not dark, but pleasantly muted.
It was autumn.
The trees were proud of majestic leaves,
gold and magenta which covered their branches
and sprinkled the earth.
Small furry creatures would skitter, retreat
amidst the trees, leaves and loam.
The men were aware of all this world in the
backgrounds of their pleasantness,
relaxed peaceful companionship,
as they played cards, passed the bottle,
shared casual conversation, affectionate reflection.
It was a simple house in a simple town
by the side of a long, windy road
surrounded by woods.
A plane passed overhead
and was briefly a part of this scene,
before moving on to more important places.