Harvest

The wildflowers in their seasons
bloomed on the forest floor in bright
sparks of colour among the greens of the
mixed forest of deciduous and conifers
an exhalation of nature's very special
exhibition in parading her diverse
and clever landscaping the envy of
all those who fancy themselves capable
of emulation in tending gardens of their
own. The final season's arrival sees 
the transformation of flowers into seed
heads meant to be carried hither and yon
by birds and animals in their innocence
transferring burrs and replanting their
seeds elsewhere, just as nature intended.
And autumn of course is also harvest
time when not only furred creatures of
the woods collect the edible fuel to carry
them over winter into spring but so do
domesticated companions awaiting a
share at berry-picking time and when
feral apples fall on woodland trails.