Still Autumn [Haiku]

the river dawdles;
 the colorful leaves stick
  firm & still

Autumnal Reverie [Tanka]

wet yellow leaves
stuck to a rain-slick headstone,
and i'm in a land
not of tropical monsoons,
but which knows autumn

Walk in the Woods [Tanka]

sunlight shines low,
half-hatching the forest floor
with autumn shadows;
i walk amid columns,
listening for absent birds 

POEM: Harvest on the Farm [Ottava Rima]

My memories of autumn are clearest —
the harvest time, when fields had turned amber,
with desiccated stalks – devoid of spirits.
And in the grain, we children would clamber,
’cause cleaning out wagons was time cherished.
Those short days are now brighter and grander.
It was an age of colossal machines,
and kernels of corn and tiny soybeans.