Early Fall

It’s going to be an early fall, already the air is cool, breezes cast dried leaves to the ground as plants whither and die. The garden is almost done, some things never flourished, some lagged far behind, others fruited far too early. It’s going to be an early fall, there is a brisk chill in the air, not just today but for the last few. The season came too quickly, passing in the blink of an eye, here then gone, easily without effort. Winter, Spring, Summer, all came around again, and come again and then, looking back the days and months are suddenly years passed and gone irretrievable moments lost to time and the changing of the clock It’s going to be an early fall.