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