Pampas Rule the Day

Late autumn morning;
All is silent on the hill,
Save something whirring.

The lilac's last blooms
Have become brittle and brown.
Their scent has long fled.

 Lone dandelion
Grows archly on my front lawn;
(Doesn't care it's Fall)

It is almost gone,
The fence is disappearing:
Pampas rule the day.

Jewel weed cloaks the stream--
Bright tiny specks of orange
Glow and gleam softly.

Sunlight has vanished;
Grayness descends upon the road;
Brief mist-like rain falls.

Errant stump buddy
Has found a loving new friend
Who snuggles with him.

Playing hide and seek
Sun and clouds dance across sky
With dark and with light.