I sweep between the pots of geraniums, clearing leaves from the patio. In next door’s garden, blocking the northern sky, an old oak tree raises and lowers its branches as a gust of wind passes through.
Oak tree leaves Carried on October winds -- Letting go.
I gather up the leaves onto the shovel, just as a couple of Coal Tits skim over the hedge and land on the seed feeder. Already they are preparing for the change of season, something that I am thinking about too. The air is damp after days of rain.