Cutting back

Red-tinged clouds
          and the light fading fast
From my window a flat
          two-dimensional landscape
Crows cawing en route to their nests
          I wonder where that might be

Evening settles in
          calms my mind
the day’s concerns laid aside
          for the day

Wind is forecast
          several blustery days
to shake down the trees
          Autumn leaves : year after year
the same patterns repeated
          The harvests are in
the bare earth tilled
          orchards heavy
with apple and pear
          waiting to be picked

John Lyons

Today’s poem is an edited version of a poem posted yesterday evening