Calendars point
And almanacs predict
But you already knew
Autumn is coming
You caught her mood in the breeze
Felt her cocky glance in afternoon light
And as leaves gather at your feet
You hear her crackling voice
Calling you inside
Calling you back to your hearth
Your home and your family
And back to yourself
To what Summer’s frivolity
Holds out of reach
At the end of a very long day