the land has turned her face towards autumn
this week,
i shut windows at night
to keep in the warm
wake to a chilly scarf
draped over my face
my open bedroom window
reaching into the recent past
letting in the cool
so happy as summer winds down.
light and shade
layers
on the hill meadow
where sheep and the mare called flame
used to pasture.
and smiling susans
today i have much to do
or nothing
as it pleases me.
i love rare days like this.