A Savory Mix

Warm sun, snow patches;
Alfred prances with delight;
I walk joyously.

Are these trees barren?
Their strong limbs reach skyward;
The goats keep eating.

Are these green sprouts now
That surround the dark stuck leaves
A Fall illusion?

Halloween mailbox--
Witches' hat joins Christmas bells;
Summer's forgotten.


Plane snores above;
Lazy breeze shakes the pine bows;
I walk through shadows.

Aseema walks, too;
Silence and conversation--
A savory mix.

Solitary Leaf

Light shines through the leaves;
Pine trees bow in the cool breeze;
The road is silent.

Gauzy clouds move quick
Racing across my window,
Whisking by tree tops.

Shadows on shadows;
Sunlight tries to break through leaves
And leaves its absence.

Billowing blue green--
Tall tree flashes its brilliance
Before it turns bare.

Squirrel on a phone wire
Is atypically exposed--
Just sits and ponders.

Magic lawn no more--
Grass has replaced the soft moss;
Whirl of lawn mower.

Solitary leaf
Hangs from the naked tree's limb.
The wind does its best.

Car rushes past me;
Hand in window is waving;
Unknown friend is gone.

Gray Sky and Crow Cry

Gray sky, falling leaves;
I go to my road again.
The joy of return.

Brown spots on green lawn;
Yellow leaves shake in tree limbs;
It's happened before.

Hardy chicory
Standing at the roadside
Dares winter to come.

Gray sky and crow cry;
Gentle breeze sweeps up the road;
Goats keep on eating.

Swirling dark waters
Ebb around the mossy rock,
Topped by a dry leaf.

Green on brown blanket;
Summer slides into winter;
What season is this?



Black shoe in the leaves;
Tread holds firmly to the sky.
But where is the foot?

Echo of faint breeze--
Dry leaves float above the road;
Then distant bird sounds.

A Silent Leaf Falls

Gray, damp day today;
Not a shaft of sunlight comes;
Weeds bloom on the porch.

Above the green bush
The leaves of the tree are brown.
Summer's really gone.

Last walk for a month;
How strange--comings and goings;
Goats watch my sadness.



Light brown protuberance--
New pine cones appear on tree.
They will rule winter.

Beyond the link fence,
A cluster of blue flowers.
Are they imprisoned?

They're no longer white--
Clusters of blooms on the bush;
Still, they're hanging on.

A gray soft blanket,
Above the trees and mountain,
Covering the sky.

Murmur in the sky:
Plane rumbles above the clouds;
A silent leaf falls.

Clouds Over Mountain

Sun and clouds play tag,
Vying for light of the sky
And ruler of moods.

In the old garage
Blank windows stare at the trees
Who stare back at them.

How quiet my stream
That raged a few days ago.
Now it just eddies.


Clouds over mountain
Billow in the last day's light,
Bright, soft and fleeting.

Just two russet leaves
Spring from the trunk of the tree.
They are born dying.

Quiet sunlit road--
New Volkswagon races by
Thumping its music.

Top of the dry stalk
New yellow flowers burst forth.
(They are late bloomers).

Clouds pull together;
The road loses its sunlight;
Soft darkness descends.

Woods are Exhaling

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.