A single leaf speaks
of the movement
of Summer to Fall.
Like visitors from another planet they appear suddenly and without notice.
Their other worldly beauty is hypnotic. You need not taste them to receive the magic.
Rest here and be still like the water.
Watch the dragonflies dance.
Discover the nurture of a moment of silence.
Beneath the bird feeder at the edge of the woods
is where the fairies set up their mushroom camp.
This is the color of laughter.
When smoke has choked the blue from your sky
and grey seems the color of eternity, hang on to hope
for it can keep you afloat and mend your tattered faith.
No matter the obstacle,
water always finds its way home.
Today came a cloud so white
it must have been reflecting
the heart of the moon.
Along the great Long River
the first touch of Fall, a splash of red,
presents itself along the southern bank.
Tie your daydreams to the dock
and watch the diamond dance of sunshine on water
as summer slides into fall.
The span links neighbor to neighbor,
above the river, across state lines.
Community knows no jurisdiction.
It is the breath of the divine
that makes the chime sound.
It is the magic of care and whimsey
that moves you from spot to spot
to enjoy the views of the garden.
When the old red barn is dressed up with a window box
not even the high noon sun can wilt away
Tender hearts bear their leafy souls
to the sun and the weather of the day
as the wind chime cheers them on
and a spider’s web holds them up.
The babies have feathered and flown.
It is time to wing to the South.
Your house holds the echo of your song,
and awaits your return in the spring.
in the garden
that I glimpse
from the side of my eye
Darting through blossoms
resting on leaves
taking advantage of sunshine and breeze
Pointing out a shapely cloud
waiting on my mailbox
inquisitive antenna cocked
the final stop.
Tim Mann, dear friend and fellow traveler,
you are remembered.
The fields empty at dusk.
The kitchen fills with the sound of hungry forks
and the quiet of resting work boots.
Until the crops have given their full yield
you may rest in the high weeds with the moon flower.
When it is time to till again you will carry the full weight of a man and his dreams.