Changes

There is just a glimmer of autumn in the air
A hint of things to come.
Two or three leaves drifting down from the
tree outside my window.

The clarity of air sets every leaf shining,
sun dappled, somehow sweet.
Fall insects out in force, bees busy as bees
Lady bugs at the door.

And beautiful bittersweet September looms
over the last dog days.
The calendar swallows days whole,
Lazy days no more.

I embrace the change, the fall approaching
even though the seasons speed
Rushing toward earth's icey days
As my own winter nears.