End of September Notes, and a Poem

spotted in a consignment shop

No news to report. It's rainy, cool, and the garden flowers, even the nursery mums are looks pretty ragged. The maple is starting to shed its leaves more quickly now. The hummingbird has apparently packed his wee bags and headed south, so the feeder needs to come down and be cleaned and put away. I'm slowly bringing the potted plants inside after their summer in the sun. The cat has discovered the spider plant, so it needs a new spot. It' ll need to be hung from a hook, since the cat has found nothing so tall it cannot be leaped upon.

I've been experimenting with acrylic paints with mixed success. There is nothing I'd care to show anyone else yet. I'm scheduled for a workshop in November, so I want to be familiar with my materials and not come in completely unprepared.

After the Heat of Late September

by David R. Clowers in Wisconsin Poets' Calendar 2009

After the heat of late September

the leaves have given up

their struggle to be green, and have settled

for the relief of red, yellow, and orange.

They have abandoned all

their possible winter hangouts,

having been enticed, perhaps,

by the same devious breeze

that previously sold a gaggle of geese

on a timeshare resort, somewhere

far to the south from here.