Missed Opportunity Poem by mimi brown

Cool air and a ripe apple lie forgotten
on the bed of summer.
A chestnut orb, prickly piece of
sabotage, finds my step as I transverse
the too overgrown garden.
How did this season end without
my noticing?

The smell in the wind, almost caustic;
it snaps my head around and I see
below the used gooseberry bush
remnants of the care rendered in
spring.

The heirloom sweet roses wilt and
feather the ground with June's
party dresses. Their dance cards
are full and I have
scarcely lifted my eyes to
witness the memories.

Autumn waits now at the back gate.
The tang of a step taken off down the road.
In my negligence,
I have no choice but to follow.