The leaves are turning now.
The crows, rusty cawing out
their warning,
“The days shorten.
The nights grow cool.
Gather your harvests against the
long
nights to come!”
The leaves are turning now.
Preciousness sun-filled days
impress on our
imagination
“How fleeting is time!
Pay attention or Now will be
Then
before you know it!”
The leaves are turning now.
Farmyards piled high with pumpkins
the treasure of asters.
Geese flying high
in their V-shaped formation,
tired leaders easing back so the next
can forge the path.
The leaves are turning now
and so do we
turn
the pleasure of long days
passing
into
soup simmered on the
back of the stove
bread, crusty from the oven
and the larder stored with summer fare.
The leaves are turning now.
Watch each day
as nature teaches us
in this season
of change.
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