EARLY THE GARDEN IS SPENT

Early the garden is spent~

Fall came this year with a bang! ~

It stormed as winds howled~

The droplets poured! ~

Many a leaf fell~

Before they changed~

With no claim to fame~

Not much to see adorned.

Early the garden is spent~

The stone wall has wild withered plants~

A top its ridge.

The woodshed is now~

Already packed~

Wood to the brim!

The only living plant~

Still in bloom~

Is a daisy bunch which~

Forgot to flower~

In the month of June.

Early the garden is spent~

The gardener’s chair sits empty now~

In front of the tallest weeds~

While weather beaten garden tools~

Lean on its arm~

As there was an early frost~

Mother Nature always is boss.

Early the garden is spent~

The robins gathered in the rain~

To collect what last they could~

For south bound the fleet prepared~

To take off soon~

They would without refrain!

Early the garden is spent~

Strangled fruit withered still could exist~

Yet I take delight in the chipmunk~

That peeks out of his hiding place~

Or the fat squirrel that eats acorns~

Out of the dried up bird bath today.

Early the garden is spent~

Autumn came early this year~

The turkey hunters~

Are few~

Even they were caught off guard~

As Turkeys cheer!

Early the garden is spent~

While the grass surrounding grows high~

The collecting baskets empty at this time.

We should had known when the~

Humming birds took off so fast~

Leaving the feeder high and dry~

As generally later they did in the past~

When the sun sat lower in the sky.

Early the garden is spent~

The cat even hunkers down from~

The blustery air~

While winter coats are thrown on early~

Because of the biting brisk tare.

Early the garden is spent~

As leaves are covering the lawn~

With pine needles sometimes~

Buffering their hap hazard fall.

I look amazed as I scan around~

As I shutter of the thought~

Of winter too soon will be found~

Summer my beloved friend now naught.

Early the garden is spent~

An over abundance are the chestnut spines~

A hard winter they tell the tale of to come.

While deer fatten up in herds~

Because of harsher times yet~

For them to be on the run!

Early the garden is spent~

The hoot owl now silent~

The darkness more prevalent~

Coyotes yaps more urgent!

Early the garden is spent~

Fall came this year with a bang! ~

It stormed as winds howled~

The droplets poured! ~

Many a leaf fell~

Before they changed~

With no claim to fame~

Not much to see adorned.

By

Lisa J. Warner

AKA

Lisa Luv

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donna bamford 5 years ago from Canada

Interesting poem - I particularly like the line

- early the fall is spent.

It reminds me of one of the Romantics or of Shakepeare

or someone. Well done. I will read more.


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Lisa Luv 5 years ago from Conneticut, USA Author

Thank You Donna---Many Blessings to you and yours..


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livingsta 5 years ago from United Kingdom

Beautifully written Lisa !!!


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Lisa Luv 5 years ago from Conneticut, USA Author

Thank You Sweety....


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Micky Dee 5 years ago

Up! As always!


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Lisa Luv 5 years ago from Conneticut, USA Author

Thank You much Micky Dee---you are so kind to me...

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