Approaching autumn

I sit on a low bench
waiting for the first drops of rain,
enjoying the warm stillness 
before the storm

Birds head for the trees,
but I am not worried:
I can see the house
between the cedars

A few steps are all it will take:
white on black
no maintenance

I listen for thunder,
but there is only the sudden rustle
of trees turning to autumn 

Pause: I move indoors
and sleep
then wake

Stripes of grey and white and blue 
cover the sky:
the temperature starts to fall