Beginnings..........

The cool fall dusk settles at our feet
With a hint of wood-smoke in the air
Mingled with the heady scent of leaves
And fields returning a vacant stare
Where just a month or two ago
Oceans of emerald, tan and gold
Shimmered, but tonight there is no ebb and flow
Of rippling wheat fields, only cold…….

……bare dirt, with here and there a bird
Scavenging for summer’s last remain
And in the far-off reaches of the earth
Somewhere……
…………summer begins again

~Janet Martin~