Its fall
typically autumn
simply the end of summer
readying for winter
Prep the woodpile and splinter kindling
Set the fireplace for another winter
This is the season
pears fall on my kayak stand
flowers close
plants wilt
Align the stars for nighttime serenades
Blue moons and candlesticks
Waving goodbye
holding space
for rain
until the sunsets
School starts, new regimes, airplane rides end
Newness alights the horizon while routine sets in
Red, orange, pink
clouds roll
fog settles
sunsets over mountaintops
No seasonal remorse or placeholders
My warm self-starting ways pull me forward
Forsaken, remembered
all is well
good, right
Spring’s another day
To wit, I have another day ahead, another season
Not to forget what was but to know what is ahead
Futures, years unveiled
from whence we come
so we go
ashes to ashes
Its fall
typically autumn
end of summer
winter is mine
Adam F.C. Fletcher 