Fall

I can’t remember
dwelling in darkness since I
came into your light
–
barren trees
stand vigil
awaiting sunrise

broad wings outstretched
running across the water
before taking flight
–
rustling leaves
wind mulling over
a goose’s wing

the passage of time
etched deep in the wrinkles on
his leathery face
–
turning leaves
a bed of moss lit
by stippled sunlight

on the autumn breeze
woodsmoke and conversations
wafting through the air
–
wetland banter
summer evening
an open window

as it carves an arc
the scythe knows not of the grass
or cares of its fate
–
autumn wind
swirling oak leaves
carried aloft

shouting at the void
trying to keep the silence
from smothering me
–
rain falls
on a carpet
of autumn leaves

amid the spring blooms
autumn’s final vestiges
at last put to rest
–
fallen leaves-
in time become
new soil

Autumn’s final leaf
Lets go it’s hold on winter
And portends the spring

Through the morning mist
A wading crane, motionless
Suddenly takes flight

Late October rain
Bees covet the wildflowers
While the desert blooms