November is Slipping Away

 

Leaves drop and swirl around me.
Squirrels,too busy to say hello,
scurry as days get shorter.

The garden is a memory,
as are the long days of summer
and lemonade.

Robins have long slipped away
with no good-byes,
while the last formation of geese
flew over a week ago.

What will I do without them:
starry asters,
fresh picked flowers, apples,
and oh,
the pumpkins in the fields?

Autumn's swan song is in the air
and all I can do is listen...
bow to the new arrival,
Give thanks.