Change

CHANGE
Tiny golden leaves from the locust tree
have fallen to the ground
spreading their sunshine all over the driveway.
No more the soft sweet smell of a summer’s night…
no more the blinding sun of a summer’s day.
Yellow pumpkins plump stolidly upon the doorstep,
waiting for goblins to appear.
Gone is the stifling summer heat,
away with the smell of sweet marguerite at my back door.
Those sun filled green grasslands
that supported joyous play are quiet now…
the children all gone to more important callings.
Grey clouds blot the skyand rain spatters indiscriminately on the asphalt.
The wind scatters leaves and dried flower petals
into the sleepy gardens.
It’s damp.
It’s chilly.
The season has made a smart about-face turn
and fall is here.
‘08