Descent to night

after last night’s rain

you pick pine needles and leaves

from the chair in your yard

lay books, paper and pen on table

long autumn shadows shorten quicker

your cup of tea appears to remain full longer

Fall’s debris fills the other chair

no one is expected soon

and you see no reason to prepare

on its long descent to night

a leaf rests golden hand on your knee

and that’s okay

10-26-21