On The First Day Of Autumn
The air anticipates change,
sudden heavy rain, monsoon
drops big as stones,
you can follow them down.
The shift begins towards Fall,
blackbirds feed on rowan berries
cattle eat wet grass.
We feel the chill,
begin to wear coats,
clouds part to let colder
sun through, then close.
A flick of the light switch.
We find the flow, pick ripe apples,
join a lantern walk at night,
note the full moon over us,
await season’s turn.
Rose Cook 