The crunch of brown leaves;
Beige light falls under my feet.
Crisp November morn.

Brown pile grows larger;
Small hands flail the rakes around.
Tiny fall wonders.







The tree is bare now;
Hidden bird nest is exposed--
Autumn nudity.










Fence posts on the road;
Shadows fall upon shadows
Smoothing pine needles.

A lone green sapling
Stands in a forest of brown:
Springtime in the fall.

Splashing in the pond;
A light fluttering of wings;
Water birds resting.

One last yellow leaf
Clings stubbornly to the branch
Waiting for its turn.

Grayish wispy spheres
Float softly on their branches
With wordless whispers.

Tiny red berries
Hang like tear drops from the branch
Whispering "winter".

Swaying in the wind
Milkweed pod bursting with seeds
Constantly gives birth.