mornings past

It is before sunrise. The sun seems to be sleeping later these days. Today , a lengthy stretch of my body and a fat lick from the hound awakens the realization of necessity ….. Coffee. As I arise and dress I shiver. The heat of summer has become not a burden but a wish, of the morning, to still be the fretted sunshine and heat of august. The birds sing earlier now, as to say squirrel the time has come, be quick, store you stash as you soon will be blocked by snow . Too much. Back to the morning at hand. Its frosted this morning, As the coffee perks I step out side and smell the breeze of fall air . Harvest is at hand it will soon be the source of celebration. Within the slowing breath of the forest I smell a faint aroma of the mycelium flora awakening. Its need to spread. .My breath shows a steam, faintly, as to say ….. you know what is coming, I invite the hound. As we venture to the river side. I witness the sun peak above the tree line. As it does the frost thaws on each stem of the leaves, releasing the stored energy of summer. Each leave gives itself back to its tree. The oak and maple leaves drop all at once. Spinning and falling with each other. I also thaw. As all that surrounds me, flutters in a yawning manner. I truly know the meaning off fall , as to flutter the eyes and rest. I love you greenery as you have sheltered me from the summer heat since spring , have a wonderful rest my friends. I will dream and envision you until once again, your emergence in the spring makes me awake. Nap time now. We move into the sleep and slowing of winter.