
there isn’t much left
can’t hold on for much longer
so blue - is the sky

there isn’t much left
can’t hold on for much longer
so blue - is the sky
parade of colors
leaves on a stand of maples
until a gust blows
across fallow fields
through the waning autumn light
deer grazing carefree

wind rushing through trees
pulling off the driest leaves
will fall have color
letting expectations go
peace in accepting the real

sunrise through the trees
not all the leaves have turned gold
let it be enough