Tis the season to colour your soul
I embrace your abundance of orange, red and gold
as leaves waft to the ground.
Nature’s wondrous way of ‘letting go’.
I feel your darkening days and the chill in the air.
Sharp winds pierce my face.
I hear the birds twittering as they make their plans for migrations --
Looking for a warm bed for winter.
I see apples strewn on the ground.
Then as a squirrel scurries across the garden I smile
And remember the joys of summer.
Who cares about the imminent winter
when I have so much to celebrate here.