The curtain falls
change ever trustable
autumn bows out
in finale combustible.
Tag Archives: Autumn
Connections: November 13.17
November pink, proclaiming June
defies taxonomy
in nonconforming renegade
frilled autonomy.
Yes, dear reader, roses greeted me at my new front door. In November! In Indiana!
Connections: November 3.17
Through its own stained glass
glowing topaz and copper
autumn
deigns to shine
for so brief a breath
then
in brittling sigh
shatters
to winter.
Connections: October 13.16
Paean
shout-out
joy in having been
is there something
about the transient
that sings its own amen?
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: September 22.16
Connections: September 17.16
Connections: September 13.16
Once upon an autumn day
when the world was turning gold
shadows mocked in counterplay:
tomorrow you’ll be too old.
Connections: September 6.16
What to do
when the summer is through
and the garden is all kerfuffle?
Seek golden red
stand on your head
and burrow in marigold ruffle.
Connections: September 5.16
In the park
in the season of no name
greens waver
the high grass
restless, uncertain
twists
as a wistful air plays
against its parchment edges
sighing
a sepia wash hovers
over the letting-go
but
here and there
a regal smear
of purple.
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
Connections: August 30
Fading and crowded
mushed from hot rain
harvest is mildewed
people the same
it sure isn’t summer
nor autumn by right
what is this season
of not-yet and not-quite?
More thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
