The last heady days
drift by
syrup slow

As autumn hangs
on the fringes
a frenetic optimism

The winds return
palm trees bowing
growing on a crooked course

Soil is turned
groves are planted
and the world awaits our winter

The return
to easy climes
a breath
finally released

And bright air
greening the fronds
bringing the faintest
chill

to coldblooded creatures – Caroline A. Slee