I watched as the seasons changed,
painting the landscape in a myriad of colors
Filling the air with fireplace fragrances
as glowing embers reached to the heavens
safely out of harm's way
Gardens entered their slumber stage
while the last petals of summer’s bouquet
fell softly to the ground
Creatures big and small prepared for the chill
building dens or finding hollow logs
to call home
I see so much beauty at this time of year
but then I think, I’ve seen this all before
nothing new, nothing innovative
just the same old, same old

And then I turn and gaze upon the last leaf
on a lonely branch of an old oak tree
fluttering in the wind and I think,
now that is creative…
even nature is waving goodbye to me