Noll's Forecast

In my corner

 of all existing things,

Fall has come.

Time for cool night falls,

For trees morphing

 into bouquets

of yellow, orange, crimson.

Birds flocking.

Clacking,

chirping cacophonies,

rising from

the colored canopies.

The hummingbird

 has caught

a ride out of town.

Sunlight slants.

Honeysuckle,

bittersweet berries swell.

The locust pods hang low

upon the bough,

desiring the ground.

Fall.

Nature's descent:

Neither containable

or collected in a jar.

All we own 

is its changing presence.

My Sunday

will be sunny,

with a slight chance

of starlings.