There’s a nudge of Autumn
in the tight air of the morning,
the tense breath of anticipation
in the waving of grasses.
appears in the turning trees
and the fruity offering of harvest
blesses the bushes.
Birds sing the changing of seasons.
The steady building of beds
rustles in the miniature secrecy
of tired mice.
Garden furniture gathers its winter clothing
or goes into hibernation
to be claimed by spider web and dust
in the shortening of days.
It’s preparation time
and industrious nature
leads the way.