Season Change

Offering you a bit of Sunday morning poetry
written last month by Ed...

Mid-August’s

golden light slants

on dry fields

head-high goldenrod and ragweed and

of nodding Queen Anne’s lace.

Milkweed gives way to gravity.

Yellow sulphur idlers float indolently over

purple and lemon-colored ironweed 

which have replaced spring’s jaunty coreopsis and coneflower.

Redwinged blackbirds and tree swallows have flown.

Mornings are near silent now that 

birds no longer need

to mate or nest.

Walnuts start to drop yellowed leaves.

Like reluctant party-goers

they’re the last to arrive in spring

and the first to leave in fall.

They whisper to those who listen,

gray winter

is coming.

– Ed Galloway