Rockhollow: September Song

There's Autumn in it,  
an almost warm breeze dances soft across the beds. Wind chime is still.  
The will of the weather plays gentle games, where grateful flowers and trees begin to sleep.
Gull sound sweeps the tree lines,
holding onto their skins, wood pigeons flock, above ponds and streams,
and sail over the bridge toward the sea, and I see
the Summer drifting off, Demeter's duty done, my yield alone has been plenty.
Verbena, chard, lavender,  
echinacea, salvia and michaelmas all still giving hard.  
Sparrows, a warbler, blackbirds and tits - and the rest - create a chaos of chorus, I let it wash over me,
nature's orchestra,
further rooting
me,
further linking my survival with this
little
bit of Earth.