All those lovely summer days

Under the warming sun

Turning to changes not

Unexpected, but which had perhaps been put out of

Mind.

No more leisurely days of morning birdsong

Allowing robins to

Land on my branches, singing

Ecstatically, and

Quite boldly,

Uncaring of who hears them

If they are out of tune.

Nothing to look forward to

On this autumnal equinox

Xcept to hope for a mild winter and that another spring comes soon.

I can’t wait for spring!