First day of Autumn;
Sun plays lightly on the leaves;
Glowing hints of brown.
Shadows of flowers
Sitting on my porch table,
Mocking the sunshine.
Climbing the tree trunk,
Ivy reaches to the sky.
(Never will get there).
Brown leaf in myrtle;
Where did this stranger come from?
Autumn oracle.
Long past her mailbox
Which I forgot to notice.
Is this time special?
Spicy, musty smell
Touches me, then disappears.
Woods are exhaling.
Congress of mushrooms
Meeting below the dead tree,
Mute in the faint light.
They are everywhere:
Leaves suspended in their fall,
Their plunges at rest.
A slow steady pace
Takes the jogger up the hill.
Is he having fun?
Pet Watch car passes--
They took care of my Stella.
Presence of absence.
Now they're raining down:
The leaves from the still green trees,
To land silently.
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