I am afraid that our Fall color will be
less than spectacular here in New England
because our Summer has been a dusty, dry
The white birches in our yard have lost their leaves
and many of our trees are looking stressed.
Fall is my favorite season, the crisp air hits
my lungs, the rake hits my hands and I am off.
Something about daily chores, ordinary physical
work and I am happy. Gathering kindling, raking,
moving compost, getting the gardens ready to rest.
The change to Fall heralded by the return of the juncos
to my feeders, coyote sightings(which we have already seen),
squirrels with clumps of leaves filling their cheeks, nests
to be spruced up high in the trees.
I will miss the reds, oranges and golds of my world
if this drought has dampened the spirits of our trees,
so today I am Imagining Fall…
The way I want it to be.