Time Fall

Time skips like the squirrel tossing through the frosty leaves desperate for acorns. – – – Photo by Kirill Zenin: https://www.pexels.com

Mist

Swirled–a whirl of other worlds colliding with our own; a dark grey-bound white thick as fright and hovers–just beyond the reach of normal steadiness. Nature’s drunk the cup and reels about in undetermined bliss or gloom and masks the grass with fog. – – – Photo by Anton Atanasov: https://www.pexels.com

Leaves Much to be Desired

Leaves are bits of rare gold-dust swirling, whirling, down to man; ruby, russet, emerald that cover up the browning grass like jewels. Such renewals start by dropping gems like glass shattering hues till reassembled green can peak from trees again. The currency exchange we trust. – – Photo by Jessica Fadel on Unsplash

Close Encounter

The trees seem thin, shedding the leaves they’ve been burdened with and follow the season plan. All stands still and….FLASH. A deer hurtles past, flits past tree slits the light has lit. Skinny and slight as the bright, turns straight toward my sight STOPS. Holds her pause- as if to cause- the pops and swush […]

Alien

I felt the sigh of other worlds and never thought it was But when I reached the end at last I felt the ache…and new. – So truly thus, and ever must ethereal worlds intrude till pierced to life by dying breath we follow autumn home. – – Photo by Lina Kivaka: https://www.pexels.com/photo/brown-leafed-tree-selective-focus-photography-1585892/

Morning Masterpiece

I stepped out my door into a masterpiece— the strength of morning blurred by hovering, airborne water; the trees still sleeping, not yet wakened by the wind; the sunshine warming white to gold, lamp-like among the leaves; the birds waking and taking up their daily song again. I closed the door on the realms of […]

Downsun

We few watched the sun die, the swimmers and I, as water lapped ’round our waists turned from blue to black – – –

A Beautiful Rivalry

Kelly, sea, emerald, pine the vibrant life-green seems unshy– sage, and hunter, every shade to bandy beauties with the sky. – Blue as vivid heaven’s soul unrivaled here in realms of clouds, it sweeps election every day most popular, and bright and Loud. – But hear a word for foliage: you never notice life around […]

O Death,

I walk the sunrise quiet pines, mid whispering winds that near beside brave silently the trembling sound: Oh death where is your sting? – The grass grows hearty—little lives nurtured in the womb of earth so shortly short, now green, now brown Oh death, is this your sting? – Droplets mist the eyes of day […]

Rain Crickets

The rain laughs and plays like crickets jumping puddles, happy in the storm.

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