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.