Dawn in the chill of a Beaver August

 Dawn in the chill of a Beaver August

A harbinger sense of autumn looming

Leaves on trees pungent green at their peak

Deciding to turn brown and fall as I speak

Moving things indoors around for fengshui 

In a charming house of my own

Only life replaces visiting spirits

importantly comfortable at home

A waking window with trees and sky

House heat in cold winter months

September songs squirreling acorns

Sept. 3, 2024