Waiting to Crackle

Crackle of Autumn,
In the dry leaves on the road,
In the spicy air.












In the lazy sun
Stella stretches with eyes closed.
"I am here," she says.

Some half naked trees
Point their fingers at the sky.
Others are blushing.












A blanket of leaves
Curls up the winding driveway
Waiting to crackle.












Deep in the forest
Random spotlights of sunshine
Radiate brilliance.

First week of Autumn--
A buzz and then a tickle.
Last mosquito bite?

Waving in the wind
Small asters and goldenrod
Dancing together.

Oozing from the trunk,
Fungus tree monster looks out.
A clever disguise.