Between Acts

Fall again leaves are being Chopped, bagged, and spread Over the emptied garden The maples watch in helpless distress as they undress The gutter mesh guard is re-set The firewood will be stacked on racks closer to the door Views are longer, sparser color shades to brown Nature’s curtain closing down Act Four is shivering in the wings Indian Summer pulling strings Intermission’s entertainment sings Harley days of easy riders Catching time to spend Rumble round the bend