Migration

All too soon the dense
dark green of the woods 
have been launched into the
twilight time of autumn.
Sunlight has become a
scarcity as chill nights
descend too swiftly for comfort.
Brisk winds detach foliage to
flutter on the forest floor
as old wild grape vines
hang their sour fruit
and ripe red globes of haws
dangle from Hawthorns. 
Above, the night sky hosts
geese on their southern journey
their sound a haunting memory
of icy chill on its way even as
goldfinches twitter their
brave nighttide migration
leaving northern climes
for a more forgiving climate,
abandoning us to winter.