leaves dancing
in a brisk breeze
on an almost-bare tree
joyous at autumn’s wake
they tremble, ready
to be free, to sleep
with past seasons —
dying, they celebrate
the awakening of winter
autumn
Barely knowing
Spring and summer come with a lush layer of foliage over reality, but when things start falling away in the autumn and get bare and stark in the winter we’re forced to look at things more as they really are, including ourselves.
Flaky crust happiness
O’ pumpkin pie, your time has come ’round again and I am
Entranced
autumn leaves rustle
the tension out of me
on pleasant breezy days
sunlit gentle tree, i am
a ragdoll under your sway
Endings & beginnings
The last faded autumn leaflet hangs from a frozen branch, just a short fall from the tree to winter.
In loss still they dance!
the leaves all dance
to the same breeze —
but some flutter and some fall
some shiver and some sway —
and when a gust comes
they lose themselves —
but are no less beautiful
on the ground, where resting
they still yet dance, but free
Fall, fall!
Fall, temperatures, fall, fall! Let the weather mellow and the year drift into peacefulness.
Stages
Spring is a lively swing towards summer
Summer is a hot salsa towards autumn
Autumn is an elegant ballet towards winter
Winter is a slow waltz towards spring
Anticipation
It’s peeking round the corner
Playing hide and seek
I see its icy fingers
A frost’d rosy cheek
Days fall ever shorter
Autumn’s air is chilling
Warmth no longer lingers
Wild things are stilling
Stragglers
bird alights on branch
mottled-lit golden leaves fall
drifting like feathers
Segue
Joyfully spring from the last breaths of summer and gracefully fall
Venerable
Autumn is Spring turned antique.
Feuille morte
dried crackling leaves
though dead
are never quite still