
yellow petals
warm those who walk
the scrublands

yellow petals
warm those who walk
the scrublands

dried fluff
catches amber rays
and glows


pine scent hits the nose
before i see the trees
and copper carpet

autumn moon
rises over the city
before night arrives

the water is still,
and nothing is heard but
bird call & reply


brisk graveyard day -
fall hues and cloudless blue
warm lost souls

against blank gray
a bare tree branches
to defy fog’s screen