Treasure Island

Jay Alexander


Autumn


I move the chair,
And a black form,
Flashes past me,
I've disturbed the cat.

Sitting and looking at the garden,
I see a job well done,
We've pruned the plants,
Clipped the hedges,
Swept the leaves,
All ship shape,
And a mellow yellow light
Pervades all.

She, beside me,
Stares out vacantly,
While delicately creaming
Her hands.

Mother nature has tucked in,
It will renew itself.

Submitted: Friday, February 24, 2012
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