It registers in all the senses, the change within the days.
The hedgerows ripening through equinox, the yellowing of leaves,
give notice of the sun’s waning.
Trees will dispense with foliage and put their faith in their roots.
Living things forage, with increased intensity, in the reserves of the soil or the moon-pulled tides.
Forests are dusted with the spore-burst of toadstools. Among epigeous bodies
newly arrived…