With Their Yellow Blood

 Into each other
These Autumn days bleed
With their yellow blood.

 My porch plant sparkling
In the early morning sun.
Must have rained last night.

 

 A single dead leaf
On the flourishing green plant.
All come to an end.

 

 

 

 Leaves rule the day:
Orange, yellow, brown and green--
An Autumn palette.

 Leafless naked trees
Whisper to bushy neighbors,
"You shall be as I."

 

 Petals have fallen
But the proud asters still stand
Stripped slow by the Fall.

 

 Across the ocean
Of gray unforgiving rock
The fuzzy bear ventures.

 

 

 

On this blessed day
My thoughts  still flee from the road
To perch in limbo.