
a fallen leaf
rides the river downstream,
twisting lazily.

a fallen leaf
rides the river downstream,
twisting lazily.

the lion looks cross,
but, perhaps, it’s just a mask.
who knows the lion’s mind?

the pumpkin patch
has been harvested:
orange orbs galore.

sometimes placid as
a lake; sometimes churning
like the ocean.

wildflowers
own the glade
for a few days.

in commonplace grass:
a hidden delicacy
for tiny birds.

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.