round leaves along branches
turn red and become a busy
gathering of ladybugs
Tag: fall
What’s to be done?
the bare trees
stand around milling
bending to
and conferring with
one another
shaking their heads
at the foliage
at their feet
Not Yet, Pumpkins
Gold-faced or rosy-cheeked
Some last ripening apples
For the season’s late pickers
Autumn Squabble
Kinglets and warblers
creeping along branches
and a tussle between two
downy woodpeckers;
A crash after the rain
Apples, then Pumpkins
At midday
harvesters pick
golden delicious
while pumpkins ripen
into promises of sunset
Autumn on Summer’s Heels
purple asters arc
radiantly
from oak trees
acorns hang heavy
and drop
underfoot
on the last gust
of summer wind
the hummingbirds
arrive
and make haste
Leaves
Why is it?
That standing in the path
and watching the changing leaves
I feel at peace
and never alone
Anticipating the Autumn Migration
Perhaps this fall
I shall espy a Wood-y
Mixed in among the mallards
False Friend
Friend,
You coax me onto high beams
Over a bridge that ends in mist
Can you not see
The shaking of my feet?
I climb and fall
Catch myself on elbows and toes
Now, I can no longer
Even move.
Friend,
Do not be the hand
That pushes me
Off the edge.
Winter’s Approach
Mourning doves lament
As wind scatters sere-veined leaves
The snow hare’s footstep
RED GLADIOLA 