I feel it in the air...cool nights, clear skies, dry leaves.
Orion stands guard over my front yard in the dark, looking down from the morning sky, anxiously awaiting the coming festivities.
The yellowjackets are becoming frantic as the days get shorter,
the cool air making them slow and stupid
as they search for the last meals of the season before they hibernate.
A large black cricket chirps out a steady anthem
in the dusty corners of my garage.
Blue skies blaze as the cold winter air and the relentless sun battle each other.
The change of seasons is upon us.