Autumn’s Come

Autumn’s come
Darkness reigns, life dying
As cold seeps in and leaves fall
Like a uncontrolled train.

Birds are flocking, salmon, trout
Fighting their way up rivers
Not seen since tiny river trout.

Young are grown
Grooming a thick winter coat
Bears sleepy fat, readying
For a long winter, that’s that.

Those staying loading caches
Their bountiful summer haul
Autumn’s come
We also call it fall.
~ Patrice

© Patrice Clarkson – 2016