By Sarah Robin
The crunch of leaves underfoot,
Dew-damp grass in glowing light,
A tang of woodsmoke and ripening compost
Tell us that the seasons have shifted.
This step into October
Is every gardeners’ new year
As the natural cycle propels us forward.
Now is the time to turn dreams into reality.
The seasonal shift and dropping
Temperatures herald a change of pace,
But our gardens remain hives of activity,
Though often underground and out of sight
As plants reset for the year ahead
And wildlife seeks out spaces for hibernation.
It’s a great excuse to get outside
And tune into the season unfurling before us.
Sarah Robin is a new writer from Bolton, England, starting her writing journey during the coronavirus pandemic. Robin has had several pieces of work published in anthologies and online literary magazines, as well as being a competition winner for both short fiction and poetry. She is also a prose reader for Sepia Journal. Find her on Twitter.
