Autumn in the Kitchen by Andy Macleod

I left the French doors open

And autumn came to the kitchen

With dried leaves at the stove

And bees at the window screen

Crisp and curled they blew

Across the kitchen floor

Gathering in the corner

Between the cupboard and the door

Swirling around the chair legs

A promise of change

Collecting in eddies 

Wild, fragile, untamed

And as the leaves collect

In the corners near

So does the autumn of my opinions

Become clear

They too collect drying and dying

On the forest floor of my mind

Rotting and composting

Within the cycles of time

Andy Macleod is a writer, poet and thinker. He is studying a Bachelor of Arts, majoring in Literature and Writing, at Edith Cowan University. He enjoys short story writing and his poems have been published in two non-fiction books. He lives, works and studies in the Southwest of Western Australia.