I spent the evening harvesting the last of the garden.

Shook the dirt off the remaining potatoes and smelled the earth’s warm reward.

I discovered a few red romas hidden between the leaves of fading green

Gently, the mid autumn breeze tickled my cheeks and I inhaled a breath of transition

Pulling the last of the leeks from the comfort of their beds I could smell the hint of onion with a touch of sweet soil.

I mourned the loss of summer and reveled in the chill of fall

And when I scraped the dirt from under my fingernails

I thought Only Of


And sighed with the knowledge that our relationship, like the season, has changed.