the wind is from the west

clouds scud low and dark

yellow leaves mark the grass

birds are leaving

soon it will be time

to feed the ones that remain

a robin scampers across the grass

they are the last to depart

the first to return

the fawns have lost their white spots

they are now grey and brown

and follow their mothers

unsuspecting of the winter months to come

i heard geese honking in the night


how many countless winters

have been renewed by spring?l

the planet is fine

it is itself a long slow cycle of death and birth

it does not need saving

it is we who want her to remain the same forever

as if we will always exist

have we learned nothing?

all we have is now

9/22/18 LV
Copyright Michael Douglas Scott