Indecision

last night’s rain
returned us to November
and snow begins again

Goldenrod Gone By

in the cold
old blooms
imitate snow

There Is A Time In November

when right now
comes precisely
into focus

Provisions

as autumn’s color departs
we store its memory
for winter sustenance

Late Meadow

the season’s colors
settling down
to the ground into brown

Two Chairs On The Path

together we sit
and wait for fall’s
parade of color

Afternoon With Cows

we bask
in autumn light
as time floats by