Everything I touch

Turns from gleaming burnished gold

To decaying loam

Sun scorched seed heads hang

In the last hot day of fall

Sown by the wolf wind

Out of the darkness

The black forest burning bright

Until cold rain fell

Long yellow grasses

September left us with gifts

Of brambly apple

Inside dark houses

Where secretly spiders crawl

An old floorboard creaks

The chill in the air

Though the sky is clear and blue

Leads summer away

Pack your winter bags

Heading out into the snow

Into the unknown