Yesterday
I was awaiting summer
Sowing seeds in the damp soil
Today Fall comes
creeping in
on a different wind.
The upper meadows
have a golden cast
Green leaves of the aspens
seem nervous
quaking in the breeze
A subtle rattle when I pass.
The skiers
push the season
like a five and a half year old
saying he is six.
The summer residents
pack up to fly south.
I stand
on my deck
awaiting dawn
it is later today
than
yesterday.
The flowering plum
has red leaves
Did it bloom this spring?
Was I too preoccupied with summer
to notice?
J. Binford-Bell
September 2016
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