
the edge of autumn
wild grasses gone to seeding
dove taking to flight

the edge of autumn
wild grasses gone to seeding
dove taking to flight

sudden thunderstorm
bringing a flourish of blooms
summer’s last hurrah

a full moon so bright
reflecting a camera ghost
must be on my way

tracks in morning dew
while mystery still lingers
the culprit appears


light fog this morning
the turning of the seasons
a taste of fall air