I bought the mums and make plans for a plant that’s been outside. A man says, how are you young lady I say alright He says I’m working too hard— as he throws large logs on the ground— But I’ve got to heat the house for winter. A woman crouches cleaning up her yard Soon her Halloween display will turn to Christmas. The crickets know what time it is as do the leaves— ombré then a swath of color. I experience the closing down and I’m relieved The summer was hectic The heat horrendous I made it and wonder did I prep enough for winter? There’s still time.
~Nikki, The Soul Reporter