Something like the feel of fall
came calling yesterday:
a less than pleasant wind
sending its north chill
sprawling through the afternoon,
heavy limbs bending their boughs
in the plowing of breeze.

The leaves on the bluff
are showing more color now;
reds and yellows
and more than a hint of orange
seeping through the shapes of trees.

We spent the day before
re-fencing the borders
of the north pasture:
Pulling steel posts
and re-setting them,
repairing the wire strands
so that we could move the horse over
so that he could eat from the last green flush
of clover and brome,
before the browning touch
of the first hard frost.

Even in the closing hours of harvest,
we must work what can be done,
else the yield be lost
to the cost of other things
we thought we had to do.

H. Arnett
10/16/13