All in Good Time
Barberries march warlike paths,
scouts prepared for change,
otherwise green still hangs
heavily upon branches,
solemnly silent as Summer
gasps her last.
Unseen forest sprites
scamper ahead, play "he loves me,
he loves me not" as I come upon
yellow petals plucked, one by one,
find evidence of their
seasonal party - pink confetti
collected upon woodland leaves,
ready for Autumn's cleansing breath,
spy a few hints of gold,
long for nature's "showstopper",
impatiently remind myself
"All in good time. All in good time."
by Margaret Bednar, September 30, 2013
This "eager for Autumn" poem is linked with "Imaginary Garden with Real Toad's Open Link Monday".