I can’t believe the sky today
There’s not a rainy cloud in sight
A gentle breeze keeps them at bay
Not even a tiny fleck of white.
As bright September bids goodbye
It occurs to me it’s warm
Brief morning chill then clear and dry
And somehow not a single storm.
Then I meet a neighbour warmly clad
Who complains about the autumn chill
This makes me smile for I am glad
To see the trees their leaves now spill.
They swirl and rustle quite unchecked
Each day new patterns to arrange
Nature’s menopause effect
As the year goes through the change.
(c) Poet in the woods 2013