Friday, September 16, 2016

Autumn








leaf by leaf
the hardwoods
let go of summer

















cooler days;
autumn
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;
Mother’s
rouged cheeks













autumn fullness –
my cataracts
ripening











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 –
cowbirds
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
emaciated












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
ablutions 

















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











everywhere   
above the meadow –
the Milky Way











same shades of red –
sunset,    
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
solitude    











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











cold morning –
ducks    
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
translucent   











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
scintillating
in the brisk wind











   
autumn morning;
the passing geese
leave not a trace












autumn rain
washes the chalk
from the sidewalks  















geese have flown –
wind-patterns
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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