in the waning light
leaves sharing their true color
before letting go
in the waning light
leaves sharing their true color
before letting go
who knew grasses
had colors and textures
as varied as
autumn leaves
crunchy under bare feet
and rustling in the breeze
the last of the flowers
perfume the cooler air
better now than never
let me taste the fragrance
before the winter whitewashing
time to sleep and dream
cherry blossoms
again in my hand
predawn ritual
rappelling into thin air
little house spider
rain washing off dirt
whole world looks more colorful
through clean windows
when you see me not
walking by day after day
puddle reflections