I Take Autumn as My Own

I take Autumn as My Own; to rest my body and each weary bone.
A time to reflect, wonder, then plan.
Perhaps next year’s garden will surpass the grand.
Between the earth, water and soil; proof became my portrait of toil.
A picturesque scene I never imagined. 
Flowers were planted then seeds were gathered.
Fruit was born and raised then savored; incomparable chicken soups were flavored.
Herbs so fragrant with slightest touch; never possible to add too much.
A sprig of this, a dash of that, tiny leaves of thyme to a basil branch.
There beneath tomato plants weathered and froze, a huge bunch of kale and a turnip two sizes of a nose.
Flowers swayed and danced about, butterflies and bees made me want to shout.
For glee was found in the past season best; now it’s time for reflection and rest.
Alas, I cheated and brought Summer in; flowers still bloom from the basement within.
Perhaps they will fade to a lingering shade, but from Summer to Autumn my Life was made.