Still working at it
Bumble bee extends his nose
To take in the flower.
Sparkles in the sun--
Spider has caught some dew drops
In his passive web.
Blue chicory rules;
Pampas plumes assert brilliance;
I am home again.
Leaves glowing yellow
As morning light shines through them:
Delicate dying.
Spice is in the air
Swirling into my nostrils--
Just for a moment.
Brilliant white cluster
Embraces a dead brown leaf,
Breaking its long fall.
Brown leaves are glowing
In the afternoon sunshine--
Their last hurrah.
Autumn shadows fall
Together with floating leaves
On the peaceful road.
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