There is frost on the flowers now,
glistening in the grass among the bushes.
The roses are starting to wilt
as the Fall descends across the land,
cold carried from Canada
that wreaks havoc on growing things.
Leaves that were green become brown,
burnt wood wafts on the wind
as days draw down earlier,
crispness in air and apples
resonating the snap of twigs
and dreams from Spring
fading into memory.