Friday, September 16, 2016


leaf by leaf
the hardwoods
let go of summer

cooler days;
deepens the river

the moon’s gray,
the meadow’s frost –
same shade

wild geese –
Father’s silhouette
at the pier’s end

a scrubbed sky –
geese depart
the roughened lake

the autumn maples;
rouged cheeks

autumn fullness –
my cataracts

where I’ve been
in the frosty meadow –
a trail of green

the elk’s bellow;
dusk thickens
along the river

a red oak leaf
on my shoulder
the shape of a hand


the dusk deepens –
raid the wild persimmon

on field stubble,
gliding –
the shadows of geese

cornhusking –
the old woman’s
crooked teeth

harvest moon –
the wind going about
plucking leaf from limb

setting sun –
a daub of my shadow
on the silo wall

shotgun on my shoulder;
walking at sunset,
the tire ruts home

graveside rain –
our grief
soaked a deeper hue

from a topmost branch, 
how slowly!
an oak leaf skims and tumbles

early autumn –
swans double-cross
the glossy lake

cold rain –
the crow abandons
a dead squirrel

cold rain –
the river carries
the woods into winter

autumn’s end –
the scarecrow

another birthday
under the same
October moon

ice crystals 
in leaves on the rake,
this November morning

deep autumn –
lights from the house
across the ravine

autumn sky -
a skein of ducks leave
an unbroken silence

abandoned by geese
heading south –
my autumn birthday

end of autumn –
huddled closer,
the neighboring houses

light snow –
headlights weaving
through an autumn wood

autumn evening –
the silence
of ripe pears

green gives way –
half yellow now,
the red oaks

returning from the fields –
our shadows stretch
across the narrow lane



abandoned garden –
a scarecrow    
pummeled by autumn hail

autumn woods –
the smell
of last night’s rain

end of autumn  –
the scarecrow loans his hat
to the snowman

late September –
a harvest moon
dapples the oak-lined lane

sounds of autumn –
the afternoon practice
of the marching band

leaves color;
turn the sky 
a deeper blue

brisk day;
ducks on the pond
look cold

a gauge of autumn -

the leaves
in my hammock

autumn bluster –
winds push
the trees around

early autumn –
an orange butterfly
goes about its business

cold rain;
the river carries
the woods into winter

chilly day –
dead leaves gather
in the birdbath

on the patio,
the last warm day;
a sparrow joins me for lunch

withered roadside brush -
a stop sign wavers
in the stiff wind

once a year in its full glory –
the red barn
among the hardwoods

on the shadowy barn,
falling –
leaf shadows  

a windless day –
here and there, a leaf
yields to autumn

cold winds;  
dead leaves shiver
in the hardwoods


overgrown garden –
an autumn butterfly  
floats along the pales

luckily, I know it well –
the path 
among the autumn hardwoods

leaves have fallen,
revealing more
of the moon  

corn harvested;
bee hives visible 
at the field’s edge

a day of harvest;
walking home -
our emaciated shadows

a night of rain –
the sparrow’s morning

cold sunrise –
crows flap sovereignly
through the bare woods

harbor sunset –
geese leave;
the sound of the wind

autumn woods -   
following the path
that follows the river

above the meadow –
the Milky Way

same shades of red –
the turning maples 

end of autumn –
huddled closer,   
the neighboring houses

day-long rain;
I organize   
my watercolors

grandpa’s fiddle –
to and fro,   
the blue tick’s tail

toting it home with me –
the mountain

end of autumn –   
through the hard rain,
a glimpse of the river

cold morning –
stir the river mist

a quiet breakfast;
an autumn sun   
lifting through the hardwoods

autumn ending;
the overhead geese
press onward   

mild day –   
a leaf shadow tumbles
down the drawn shade

rainy day –   
inside the window,
a bottle fly’s buzz

fall morning –  
ahead of my skiff,
ducks take wing

boarded-up theatre –
letters missing    
from the marquee

cold day –
the last of the leaves

fall day –  
drizzle in the bare trees
gathers into drops

end of autumn –
across the field,   
approaching rain

end of autumn –
where the leaves hung,

blue sky    

morning drizzle –
chimney smoke 
fills the holler   

end of autumn –  
coming down hard,
a curtain of rain

light rain at dawn;
a cock’s   
insistent cry

leaves have fallen –
blue mountains  
stretch eastward

its splendor portends
a bare austerity –
the hardwood grove

leaves of a lone oak
in the brisk wind

autumn morning;
the passing geese
leave not a trace

autumn rain
washes the chalk
from the sidewalks  

geese have flown –
on the lake

rain lets up –
reflections in the lake
become clear again

rain lets up –
a mist drifts in
from across the pond

autumn morning –
mist blurs
the lake’s reflections


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