Autumn gives a chill before it starts to claw the gifts of Summer back so today I saw the yarrow brown and withering and the thistle gone to silk and seed I'm not sure if this was the effect of the heat or a portent of Winter coming yet the clover thrives always the first to come back after the grass is cut and the chicory mimes its own success having escaped the mower and the heat but into the tangle of green I saw a shadow pass was it perhaps a garter snake or a field mouse quietly feeling their way either way they would prefer that I had not seen them even their ghosts wraiths of a longer night and so Fall exacts her toll with hands as cold as ice only doing her job so the flowers and the trees can rest in expectation of longer days and shorter nights and the promise of better light for some reason the groundhogs stood in attention in the mound in front of their dugout facing away from the street looking at each other's backs o...

You said it was an omen when a cardinal crossed my path or when a groundhog paused to look when I spoke hello a word of greeting that every living thing knows and answers to and responds with a pause and a breathing mark like some scholar reading Greek with a diacritic signalling him to roughen his tone for his master ten thousand thousand generations since anybody even spoke like that or conspired to resurrect the greasy whispers of Jim Morrison or one's fellow inmates from the cave once having surfaced to the light.