reluctance

autumn is sneaking in with its beautiful golden fingers. even though summer is my favorite season and i am relishing each and every warm day, it's hard not to be touched by the small changes underway everywhere. the operative word is golden. the way the light radiates over the grasses, the way the grasses themselves are shifting from mostly green to more and more gold.

by now i have lost track of the number of flocks of canadian geese heading south. they would be hard to miss as they fly on their journey because many of them seem to come down the dyer river and glide right over our rooftop on their way. sometimes silent, sometimes having wild and raucous conversations where i would dearly love to know what they are talking about.

reports of fox sightings continue; the kits are nearly full grown. i need to find out what they do during the winter around here. i know they don't hibernate, i just don't know if they live here year round.

thankfully i haven't seen any changes in the colors of the leaves. i hope this autumn takes a long time to settle in and pushes summer out of the way slowly.

From Robert Frost's poem, "Reluctance":

Ah, when to anyone's heart
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season.