
the air is crisp,
the grass is green:
autumn begins.

the air is crisp,
the grass is green:
autumn begins.

for any deer pair,
there’s one cautious,
& one obstinate.


the first cattail heads
have erupted in fluff:
autumn in progress.

the morning sun
shines through the canopy.
understory: dungeon.

early autumn morn:
fog forms over the river
‘cause the water ‘s “warm.”

a tree lies, fallen:
uprooted where others
stand straight & true.

a plain, green plant
crawls with bees-o-plenty:
despite no bright blooms.

aquatic plants grow
out to the swift waters,
forming a clean edge.

such light green leaves
for the end of summer:
doesn’t that tree know?