Untended Uncomprehended

Sunny stonegardens
Of September weeds
Keep getting smothered
In October leaves.

That’s just how it goes
With seasons like these.
You muddle through rounds
Of wake, work, and sleep,

Side-eye the progress
Of world and disease,
Tend to your brooding
On how meaning means.

Meanwhile, behind you,
Frost slips in to freeze
Random arrangements
Discarded by trees.