On The Edge of Fall

The early mornings are colder now,

Fragrant with the smell of ripening apples and wet with the foggy dew.

Four months until Christmas

The promise of a new school year is still the dinnertable discussion.

We will do what we do every year at this time.

We will slide down the thermometer until all of summer’s heat is gone along with the leaves from the trees.

We will settle the garlic cloves into their beds and pick the pumpkins for those Thanksgiving pies.

We will pause and prepare for the winter ahead.

We will begin to catch up on sleep lost to the furious pace of summer

We will be reminded once again of the seasonality of life.

It’s fall on the farm again.