the summer grasses are dying

 something

about the quality of the light

in the afternoons

the chill

in the 2 am offshores

the gardens bounty

lies on the plate

the beauty of the spring

embodied in their rosy flesh

but now

the summer grasses are dying

up ahead

in the early

morning fog

Autumn stands waiting

in long pants

and Ugg boots

beckoning us

to turn the corner

from summer to autumn 

then to winter and spring again