Arrias: Change of Weather
I looked out on the back, there was a young doe under the maples, a shaft of sunlight through the trees despite the clouds above – as if out a master’s painting of a forest scene, but there is already a scattering of gold and red leaves
Autumn Approaches
Speckled sunlight filters through the trees,
A young doe walks slowly along,
And songbirds in the tree above
Sing a summer morning song.
But the morning is cool, this summer morn,
The first leaves have already turned,
Some red, some gold they litter the yard,
Has autumn already returned?
The hummingbirds still buzz about,
The Cicada choir still in full voice,
Summer holds on for a few more weeks,
But autumn approaches, we have no choice…
August 26, 2025
Arrian
