Around Abbeville Anglo-Acadian Americans as appellation for autumn say fall.
Unless there are reasons not to say things for cued content or audience.
There is gumbo, TV baseball and football. We hunt and play or watch ball.
Untill November it is too early for the apt application of “fall” present tense.
Mostly life looks like summer although so much nicer to most us for the cool.
Not like summer where comfort comes from the AC or, better yet, the pool.
I love this time of year in average terms though storms can make it nearly hell.
Now Yankee Autumn in Acadiana‘s tale was a worse time yet for what they tell.
Abbeville, Breaux Bridge, New Iberia and Ville Platte will no Vermont rival.
Colored leaves beyond the imagination of most folks exist in that state.
Around here we get the generous chicken tree to call out fall’s arrival.
Dour grow our perennial oaks and hold shabby green out even late.
In conifers too we have more poverty of leaf than color’s carnivals.
As among these greens, greys and browns we look we see bursts of blaze.
Now we see more game and fowl amid the wildlands less lush maze.
Autumn in Acadiana is our autumn and acceptably summer lulls.