Wings of Grace We caught glimpses of gold on our Sunday walk. The glow was as though we were listening to brass— as if nature’s baritones commingled with the horn of the high-pitched piccolo.
An Unexpected Comfort October skies thin. Carnal colors fall at my feet. Nature’s busy needles knit glowing cloaks of color, embroidered in piercing reds.
Autumn Surrender Night rain leaves traces on autumn floor. Morning light lays slant on beads of rain. October breeze towels leaves dry.
October Rose I sauntered along the border of the shimmering parking lot, past shiny-leafed plants laden with day-long drizzle. I lingered in October rain, admired the quench of leaves surrounding a show of pink roses.
Foliage on fire; Blaze of color cascades down, Douses boughs of fir.
For years, our unspoken promise— meet each school day at Park and Weston. We clutched books ‘til red lines formed in the soft places of our arms.
Cicadas’ songs lulled summer to sleep. Now the crunch of fall’s carpet crush under my feet. I pull up my collar to block the nip in the air.