Autumn is coming

Early summer’s scabs and bites fade
with no tug, pick or effort made;
like my to-do list of tasks obeyed.
Take heart, for autumn is coming

Some scabs seep, itch and like to bleed,
forever more attention they need
a lingering tasks, a constant plead.
Take heart, for autumn is coming

Pesky flies still buzz and bite
Like never-started tasks in sight
at bottom of list, a constant blight
Take heart, for autumn is coming

Autumn winds give all things flight
finished or not, vanish from sight
to pop-up again in winter’s night.
Take heart, for autumn is coming