Seasons of Change-

Apples fall seasoned
Crisp cinnamon delights
Pantries- screen doors-
Open to the Fall air
Pumpkins and potato sacks
Rich dreams embrace
the cold… where sunflowers
Tower like Gods in the garden
Leftover ants scurry in lines
Retracing paths, carrying water
To their goddess queen
And colors explode
In an event horizon
Reds, Yellows, Oranges
Fill the Autumn sky…

*(matthew bowers)* ~93