All The Pumpkins

holding their breath
hoping to make it
to thanksgiving

Two Chairs On The Path

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

To Be Chosen

flowers await
their moment
in the sun

Still Held

we wait
for winter
to release her grasp

Taking Turns

summer lingers
in the field
autumn at the fencepost

Vigil

in April’s grey
holding vigil
for the sun

Narnia

white hooded woods
await
their queen