After the equinox (A poem)

Up too early—a bit chilly this morning…

Rain has returned
the air grown cold

Time to close the windows
and warm up the blankets

Autumn does not pretend
to be what it is not

It knows its light grows dim
as the days grow shorter

and the bare trees in the courtyard
reveal their secrets

while the leaves that cover the ground
begin their slow descent into the soil

(12 October 2015)