Fall pumpkins are here
Autumn air is crisp and cool
Scarecrows scare the crows
Hills blaze with color
Apples and pumpkins fill stands
Wood smoke in the air
dried yellow leaves
the cottonwood in autumn
tells summer's secrets
autumn horizon
the falling rain, scatter of
leaves on the frost soil
chill winds laboring
summer dies a sultry death
the birth of autumn
fir flame and west wind
conspire to pumpkin the moon
in a smokey eye
in an autumn sky
venus sews seeds of sunrise
old as yesterday
cool autumn ended
winter apologizes
with spring recompense
deepening autumn...
the glow of cigarette stubs
in grandpa's ashtray
branches in mourning
surrender to the autumn?
scattering of leaves
A man ought to love
brown leaves and the last acorn
before winter snow
even butterflies
might follow the lowest moth
into autumn lights
stars unlatch themselves
at dawn from the Harvest Moon
dissolve like weak dreams
Greens fading away,
as misty mornings step in-
autumn at my door.
harvest moon aglow
long witchy fingers reach out
brittle leaves tango
blanket of fall leaves
foliage of memories
crunching underfoot
reanimation ?
fallen leaves rising, dancing
in the bus's wake
Ripe for the Season ~
And I held a reaping tongue ~
For this sweet Harvest
flock of wild geese drifts
under the late autumn moon
ghosts of my young life
An autumn bruised black
leaves swept under the roadside
for winter to bloom
November iris
springtime blue in autumn cool
petals quivering
Old oaks dwarf the house
where seasons change from shade to
acorns, leaves, despair
soft merino wool
magenta and vermillion
autumn's overcoat
The dripping night air
Clings in heavy defiance
Of autumn's onset
crowds of autumn leaves
dance at dusk through graying streets
lifted by the wind
The air is white with
thistledown. The sky is red
with the Harvest Moon.
an autumn morning
the stream drifts languid and crisp
the old turtle sleeps
the Autumn sun shines
golden leaves fall from the sky
Listen - the wind speaks
autumn's life story---
of youth, spring love, golden years
each leaf a memoir
windy autumn day
prismatic petals deluge---
garden tsunami
like the elephant
autumn of life maps my flesh
with wisdom not years
bright colors proclaim
it's time to harvest the fruit
precious pinks and reds
mountain all golden
sweeps beyond the passionate
autumn harvesting
Shy autumnal bird
did you brush against the moon
to get that pale down?
A wind snags autumn
And flings it through barren trees
Suddenly, winter
breathe reverently
in the misty afternoon
autumn's inner light