Autumn

The ancients figured it out for us.

They made sundials and drew up calendars.

The weather complies when it wants to.

This year in the Northwest

It aligned, and on the day it was supposed to

Autumn arrived.

We wistfully said good-bye to our long dry summer.

It was time.

The grass and trees were very thirsty.

If we want the amazing spring and summer colors

And plenty of snow in the mountains

Providing our rivers with water

Than, we must submit to the change of seasons.

When we are listening we can hear the message

That each season speaks to us.

The season has just begun and my trees are slowly turning

I want to be listening as I rake and pile leaves

As I smell wood burning in neighborhood chimneys

What message will I hear this year?

© 2013 Julie Clark

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