Gourds

Autumn Knocks

Things transition so slowly:

a few crisp mornings,

the birch barely bedecked

with a garland of golden leaves,

The wild winter ducks have

not returned from up north;

white gulls whirl in wind

to soar above a Great Blue

that still stilts along shore

searching for silver fish.

Autumn knocks on the door

but finds no one home.

Lainie Senechal