Life is easier when you want things that already exist.
IDEA: W/in the normal limits.
Fall moves in to set up shop quietly
it slips in while i ignore the thermostat
as the last of the zinnias
negotiate + test the air for safety
+ again are fooled into a final hurrah
.....
other seasons’ rehearsing
are snuffed out by autumn anger
shaking off muddy leaves
+ dirt debris of late summer
its revenge descends
on cool eves
then looking around satisfied
that gardens have been put to bed
or not
autumn settles up
to settle down
into a facade
of clammy cold
till the moment retires
under tranquil
untroubled
tender
snow.
