the fall

leaves flicker on the birch in
secret communion with the September breeze

geese flock to the quarry
their boisterous babbling carrying through
the late afternoon

children draped in sweaters
are sent the out to play in the browning grass,
sun glinting off their imaginary swords
and suits of armor

raspberries ripen

bees lumber past
dying brown eyed susans and the
days shrink
succumbing finally to the fall
constellations