
by the green river,
one tree prematurely
takes Fall colors.

by the green river,
one tree prematurely
takes Fall colors.
The trees will soon be barren, all. It is that time of year -- the Fall. The understory never was, and can't now house the insect buzz. And, so, the woods stand silently -- nothing treads in peace, nor violently. It's empty; devoid of motion: life hides below, as in Oceans. It does feel like we're out to sea - a strange place where both sides are lee. And - so - we're stuck, we can't move on, but can see promise over yon.

the treetop leaves
that catch early & late sun
are the first to fall.

tall grass sways
beside the serene river
one warm Fall day.

a fallen leaf
rides the river downstream,
twisting lazily.