A few leaves fall A few leaves turn yellow and fall from the heat A few branches break leaf bare, moss encumbered resting wayside, Some of the tall meadow grass limps, The sea holy have browned Now brittle and bending, The wind has helped the cottony welted thistle heads spread their seed What was a wall of green Is now a latticed window into the further depths of the forest, A belted kingfisher flits playfully overhead Near Turtle Pond Higher still a hawk surveys for lunch Everyday the journey is the same but the path has changed.
