SUMMER SHORT AND AUTUMN CHANGE
I watch a discolored leaf caught in a web~
Flagging in the breeze~
As the golden rods take a stance~
In early fall they do as they please.
The baby chipmunks are on their own~
Now learning to hunt for food~
Amongst the decrepit stone wall~
Frail and weak falling apart~
On its last leg~
Making many a hiding stall.
The leaves on many of the trees~
Are already starting to change~
While others fall to the ground~
Now life as we knew it is rearranged.
Squirrels scamper about collecting acorns~
Strewn on the lawn~
When they see danger a brisk~
They flick their tails making a warning call.
The air it changes hurried~
It never stays the same~
First a zesty rain~
Than some sun and humidity~
Embracing the day.
This summer seemed too short~
Lacking those hot sultry times~
Where did it go that autumn is~
Already creating an exchange~
Reminding us that winter will~
Again be hard to face.
The grass it has come to a growing halt~
Brown now the corners of the moss~
While grape vines still yearn to climb~
And the brooks they overflow.
The humming birds have left for~
A warm more decorative flowered place~
Crickets still chirp ~
While the bees are confused~
Looking for the food that once~
Was in this space.
Summer was too short this year~
Now autumn makes the change~
I have mixed emotions~
Than great sorrow nothing stays the same.
Lisa J. Warner