The job is done,
summer is gone,
nature decides to rest.
Off comes the green garb of work,
displaying raiment of yellow and orange and red,
as nature presides over play.
Deer frolic in woods,
birds flutter in sky,
it’s time for a moment of joy.
As each bows its head,
sleep comes stealthily by,
nature succumbs to the calls of fall.
Winter comes soon,
some think doom,
but nature knows far better.
The promise of spring,
wells up within,
when nature will begin anew.
Copyright 2011, John Paul Mueller