
yellow daisies grow
from crack & fissure;
bridging Summer & Fall.

yellow daisies grow
from crack & fissure;
bridging Summer & Fall.
Halloween. It’s the most wonderful time of the year. (Suck it, Andy Williams, December is too cold.) And I like a holiday that has a dark side and embraces it.
I like Thanksgiving’s food but think a practice of being grateful just once a year is bad form.
I want a bright Autumn --
brisk & clear.
I want a colorful Fall,
not one in which cold gray
blanches all brilliant shades.
I want a windy Autumn:
full of movement that
swirls & lifts anything
that's light enough.
I want an Autumn that
draws people outside,
not one that pens them.
I don't mind a bite of cold
as long as I can see white
clouds float through blue skies.

the grain is ripe.
the days are short.
the farmer, weary.