clear sky and light frost

our first autumn morn

slight chill in the dawn air

sharp shadows among the rocks

only foraging deer moving

their work not yet done

yet flowers still bloom

new growth on tree boughs

speaks of second spring

or summer remaining

long past equinox

clearly work not yet done

honey bees flit

from flower to flower

and plant to plant

leg sacks full of pollen

butterflies sipping nectar

life’s work not yet done

all around, as the world

turns and seasons change

life is always moving

adapting, growing, changing

with the calendar and seasons

For life, work’s never done