Sundown, Fall

Franklin Canyon by Apryl Skies © 2012

Fall, everything is turning yellow and golden.
No wind, Indian summer, bright day,
wind charms with Indian enchantment,
last brides before winter snow,
grass growth slows down, 
bushes cut back with chills,
haven of the winter, grows legs, 
learns baby steps, pushes itself
up slowly against my patio door,
and says, “Soon, soon, I’ll be there.”
Winter is sweeping up what’s left of fall;
making room for shorter days, longer nights.
Echoes of a new season.