Memories of fallen leaves

Twisting at my feet

Scraps of sunshine

Not strong enough to heat

Unbidden the winter

falls all around

As the plants die,

And snow covers the ground

The last, faint hold

The summer has on the land

As the days get shorter

And fall takes its own stand

It holds onto the fire

For a bit longer, for some

While others see the writing,

Knowing that winter will come

The harvest begins soon

As the plants ripen on the vine

For soon they will wither

Unless packaged in brine

And now the work begins

As the ant prepares

The grasshopper still sings

Without any cares

But today we’re the grasshopper

Happy and warm

Ignoring the approach of winter

Locked in summer’s charm