Changes

Changes

The yielding summer and warmth now opens the country I walk to autumn’s wetness ‘neath my feet and dampness clings in breaths to all I see and feel.

 

Things, life, turns in shades and rich, striking colour contrasts and birds seem to pendulum a day or two and more until they beat the air south or north in search of heat and cold according to their type.

 

Leaves once vibrant, filled with life, now fall in single lazy drifts that shift, shift and shift again the browns in silent eddies to the rain-soaked ground.

 

And here I stop to gaze a patchwork catching shifting kaleidoscopic light one by one on breezy gusts of wind and driving rain to gain what soon will rot once more to foster life in dormant trees and plants and things I cannot see.