This is for all of you,
no matter which hemisphere you live in.
Six months ago
an old woman walked in from the garden,
carrying the basket that is sometimes full
then empty, sometimes empty then full.
She noticed the little changes
in the leaves on the hillside trees,
not much yet, but she noticed.
She sighed, turned and looked
at the garden, and the long road
purling around the hill,
the sun just beyond the horizon,
remembering for a moment how it had been,
before turning into the house,
and what comes next.
Now, the same thing,
only it’s the other season.
September 23, 2020