Changes

Today tastes just a little more
like fall.
Looking through the forest
there are spaces
between the leaves
that weren’t there a week ago.
It seems the bees are more insistent;
rose hips are on display
having grown heavy
and orange.
The day lilies have gone to seed,
rattling in a breeze
that hints at cooler, shorter days.
And here we are,
on the cusp of autumn
with winter in the wings.
Soon the trees
will reach their naked, grey arms
to a sky filled with geese,
and frost will spin
its silvery webs through the night.
Snows will fall,
light will fail,
the riot of life
will end.
Of course, after winter
there will always be another spring,
though it may not be our spring.

This is linked to dVerse Poets Pub open link night, though it started when Kanzen Sakura, one of the dVerse team members, asked us to write about changes.