Bunting Season

Even as decay begins to steal away their color
orange leaves wave brightly
celebrating fall until the very end.

Leaves Surrender

the first surrender is to color
the second is to be untethered by the wind
and the final surrender is to perish in form and replenish the earth


At the edge of the forest
where enchantment begins
grows a tiny tree of goldenrod.


Corn tassels have browned
mist ushers in the morning
plants and weather are our time keepers.