Change
The morning light
has taken on that
sharp silver feel.
That Autumn dawn
crisp mist curled
light bands.
Heralding the
start of gentle decay
the drift to winter.
Strangely I feel alive
senses brightened
energy bubbling.
The cloying gold pollen
laden sun of summer
happily forgotten.
Fresh air and clean light
just before the leaves
start to turn.
This is what I like
this jumping crackling time
this time of change.