Autumn on a Misty Morning by Doc Arnett

Just east of Wolf River,

a bit after the highway

begins its long slope down

and right before the last gravel

on this side of the ridge,

there’s a small pasture

on the hill

between the road and the gully.


The grass makes a smooth vee

leading down to the ditch,

incredibly green in the low sheen

of an overcast morning.


At its edge, a scruffy patch of sumac

throws a break of crimson,

edging the ragged bank.

A dozen shades of prairie grass

cast their colors

between the bare tans of dirt

and the skirt of trees

with their black trunks

and spreading of leaves,

a lifting of yellows and greens.


On the opposite side of the ditch,

sixty acres of soybeans

show the seams of drought,

pitch brown splotches and

scattered blotches of green

in the low places that held more rain

the few times it came.


Even in the dry times,

lives that find

some good source,

deep and steady,

will stand ready to bear

some good color,

ready to face the harvest.

~ Doc Arnett

Doc Arnett is the director of Institutional Research at the oldest college in Kansas. A native of West Kentucky, he and his wife, Randa, live in Doniphan County and share twenty grandkids. Doc enjoys singing, playing guitar, writing, remodeling, pastoring a small church and competing in mud runs.


One thought on “Autumn on a Misty Morning by Doc Arnett

  1. I really enjoyed your poem. I ran across it when I was looking for my twin brother’s poems,on line.William Wyatt Arnett died in 1996. My parents were born and raised in Huntington West Virginia, and our family had relatives in Kentucky. My grandmother Genevieve Wyatt was raised in Kentucky. Maybe we are related. Elaine Arnett, Santa Barbara, California.

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