
through the Autumn,
one tree holds leaves longer,
then drops them faster.

through the Autumn,
one tree holds leaves longer,
then drops them faster.

one strange tree
curls like a question mark:
Autumnal forest.

The chill is here.
The sky never
bluer.
The colors turn,
with leaves ever
fewer.
Until a last
hanger-on yields
to a weak breeze.

breeze-twisted leaves
catch the sunlight of an
Autumn afternoon.

each passing day
more yellow carpets the ground,
more blue shows through.




Autumn leaves
flip and flutter
onto clear water.



wet yellow leaves
stick to the sidewalk
after Autumn rain.