
First year cardinals shop new homes,
While butterflies wrap up.
Salvia pedals fade,
Ceding stems to seeds,
And oak leaves spiral earthward,
Blanketing drowsy roots. ‑‑
How my autumn garden yawns!

I am these annuals drying in the window box
And the leaves blushing on wall climbing vines
Or yellow-paled in the mirrored trees,
For I too tire, well-seasoned in my own falling.

With reflecting branches just barely,
And red decreasing leaves framing
Those double panes home warming fairly,
Sentry window is falling proclaiming.
