My Autumn Day

Burning bush livens the yard with pops of reddish pink and orange. Purple butterfly bush, in a delicate way, surprises me, at her head. Seventy two degrees, a nice surprise for October twenty-seventh. Birds swoop in, amazed, to feeders, I just put up the eleventh. Found my red garden rake on the ground near the giant double oak. Other treasurers popped up, along the walk in the yard, no joke. I sit in the sun, marveling at the beauty and serenity of my yard. So glad I am a gardener, painter, cartoonist, one with little guard. Many choices, so where on earth does a creative mind sit? The highs, the low’s, the trees, the sky. Where do I fit? On the ground, studying ants and bees? Faeries and wasps, garden snakes and fleas? Autumn smells permeate my soul. Glorious reminder that the day is whole. I ponder and wander, up and down, and beyond. Admiring my ferns, violets, seeds, walnuts, and frond. Spring is refreshing, summer wonderful too, But autumn and winter they truly renew. A gorgeous red leaf floats down and lands on my shoe. A reminder that people are cyclical too.