As I slip into my pale autumn complexion,
my garden goes to town
in orange and brown
As I feel the light slowly being stolen,
my garden scatters golds and yellows
regardless of shadows
As I fear the oncoming chill and grey of winter,
my garden wraps me tight
in its vibrant glow of warm light
As I watch colours fade and plants decay,
my garden is ablaze
with treasures
And as I drop spring bulbs into the rapidly cooling soil, I find this…
