
early autumn,
color shift begins —
green days numbered.

early autumn,
color shift begins —
green days numbered.

Autumn half moon
shows itself in an
azure sky.

lonely mushroom
climbs out from under a rock;
after autumn rain.
Bruce Springsteen’s America: The People Listening, A Poet Singing by Robert Coles
two big eyes:
face in a tree trunk
unsettles me.

Beautyberries,
dense clusters of fuchsia,
lure hungry birds.

autumn long shadows
of a tuft of tall grass
etch rocky ground.
Luck, diligence, spontaneity, and inspiration
Mary oliver; A Poetry Handbook
are all needed to write a poem.
…above all let us never accept as cause for what we do not comprehend something we comprehend even less.
Marquis de sade; Juliette
…wise people don’t tell us what to do;
david brooks; How to know a person
they start by witnessing our story.
The race is not to the swift, nor the battle to the strong,
Hunter s. thompson; The Rum Diary
but to those who can see it coming and jump aside. Like a frog evading a shillelagh in a midnight marsh.
We do not see things as they are,
Anaïs Nin
we see them as we are.

Autumn afternoon,
light warms a copse of pines;
beyond: crisp blue sky.