Hummoths replace hummingbirds,
Brook trout are tarted in orange,
Coho come up the river silver,
Turning green and red,
Leaves are changing daily.
Greater yellow legs scooting south,
Canadas the same, sandhills
Gather in hay fields by hundreds
Bears run with dogs on their heels
Wolves watching in wonder,
Deer change from red to gray
Frost coats glass in mornings but
Mosquitos seem resistant
To all cold but Kelvin.
Flying ants and hoppers flit
In everywhere grasses
Blueberries are gone
And late razzies too,
But red marks gensing,
Its roots said homunculi
And of healing value.
Eyes watch skies for
Snow clouds and sheds
Opened to prepare
Machines for the winter
Blasts over groomed,
Bar-to-bar wilderness.
An end, a beginning
And another end, the
Cycle rolling along
With self interest,
Nothing more. Nature
Being mostly blind
About all but herself.