Autumn In The Meadow

the light
more precious
as darkness nears

Dreamland

our misty world was soft
and we were free
together

Morning Meadow


night is banished
now is
light’s time to play

Motion


the leaves and the grasses
even the very air
dancing to winter’s tune

There Is A Time In November


when right now
comes precisely
into focus

Until We Meet Again


grasses weep
a tear or two
bidding summer ado

Soft Saunter Of Colors


late summer
climbed the hill
making way for autumn

Coloring

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my eyes
can hardly hold
all the beauty that unfolds

Readying

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grasses softly sing
slumber’s sweet lullaby
of approaching dormant days

Field Song

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grasses sing
a serenade
to shorter days

Green Glade

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in the quiet
nature’s voice
is heard

Remains


Only a tiny ember
of fall’s glorious fireworks
remains in the landscape.