Autumn nips at
summer's heels and I'm
melancholy baby.
Sprawling unkempt
ungovernable garden
mirrors me
all over the place.
Basil and mint in flower,
just ripe tomatoes
and crowded carrots
signal a nearing end,
while the maize hue
of sunlight in these
shortening days
hints at harvests
yet to come.
I miss the bright
joy and promise
of June where hope
took root
for a time.
