Soon the lawnmower
will depart to safety
of the shed.
The hoses will wind
around their wheels
and hide until next year.
The fire bush will wave
goodbye to all
the summer flowers.
Our gardens will sleep
beneath the mulch
as warmth dissolves to cold.
We’ll put away our shorts
for jeans and insulated leggings.
Instead of sunsuits
we’ll pile on our sweaters
and down jackets.
Falling leaves will tell us
autumn chill is a reminder
that snow will fall
and fires will roar
until spring taps on windows.
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