The Scent of Autumn

Sunday, August 24, 2014

 

Light luring me out
To the dappled yellow leaves--
The scent of Autumn.

Light through the leaves
Forms an umbrella of sun
Painted with shadows.

Light violet clover
Sits among blue chicory
With bee for a friend.

Wood bench and jogger--
Two familiars on the road.
(And with me, it's three.)

Sitting in the sky
Puffy white clouds do nothing
But play with the sun.

Shadows mold the woods,
Dance noiselessly on the road;
Nurture the asters.

Fallen leaves on road--
Mottled brown with insect bites:
Dead faces smiling.

It's butter and eggs;
That's my breakfast this morning.
(Flower reminds me.)

 

 

Monday, August 25, 2014

Brightness all around;
The sun captures the landscape--

Swift and silently. 

 

 Shadows of chickens
In the woods of my neighbor
Bobbing and pecking.

Seashells on my porch,
Far from the ocean's edge
And the clear salt air.

The neighbor's cat waits,
For her friend, my cat Stella,
Dead nearly four years.

Journey on their bikes--
Mother and son to see goats
In the empty field.

Always the brown leaves
Hang among the vibrant green--
Nature's reminder.

Goldenrod hopping;
There's no time for scenery.
Busy as a bee.

The old bridge log lies
Across the ditch of green grass.
Doesn't wonder why.