Autumn Leaving

After the too long winter

I want to drop to my knees in gratitude on April’s crocus carpet

And when the sun stays up late in summer

You’ll find me in some park or garden, unwilling to depart before the final embers are extinguished by the evening cool

As squirrel-like, I feel compelled to hoard every last nugget of light.

Yet despite my annual joy when daffo…