Autumn Joy and Sorrow

Autumn steals across my land long shadows now are seen. I never seemed to notice dying leaves among the green. Until one day a cold wind blows and nodding heads lay down. The landscape has a different look my garden’s turning brown Geraniums still stand up straight, the dahlias did their best, with heavy heads weighed down by rain, they want to have their rest. And so I trim, and clip, and rake and put the beds to bed. It breaks my heart to let them go, to treat them as if dead. I thank each flower, shrub and tree for blooming in the sun. I thank the birds and worms and bees for all the work they’ve done. Just as summer follows spring, the winter snows must come, and soon enough the land will green when Circadian’s cycle’s run.