Quivering, shivering branches and leaves
bend and sway in the cooler breezes.
Overcast, cloud-filled skies portend rain.
Apples and leaves fall down once again.
Upon us, the impending cyclical storms.
The season of cool nights. ‘Tis custom.
Squirrels bury acorns. The lawn thickens now.
Kept at the ready is the snow plow.
Herbs, tomatoes, zinnias hanging on
All too soon, they will be gone.
Pay attention to nature’s omens: plants, trees,
berry bushes, gardens will soon freeze.
Shorter days, cool the nights, dormant period.
The cycle complete. Warmth sequestered.