The ever-bratty babe,
young kid-sister, Summer,
howled and stamped her feet,
furiously and red-cheeked,
at the scalding indignity
of Autumn’s timely arrival,
finally and carried lightly
by such a soothing breeze. Continue reading “Bedtime for the Babe”
Undulate,
twist, and fall… Continue reading “The Four-Fold Dress”
Grey Decembers
are a dark age
of numbing loss. Continue reading “Grey Decembers”
The autumnal turn
sets deep in the world
and pulls at leaves
by the handful. Continue reading “Uncooperative”
The trees bent, balding,
cane-roots carry the weight
of the elder boughs, clawing
back into the dirt,
many months before
the coming freeze
begins its thawing. Continue reading “The Coming Freeze”
Autumn snuck in
through the back door.
Tipsy, yet ever-elegant,
she quietly avoided
the creaking floorboards,
and draped her shawl
over Mother’s favorite chair. Continue reading “Autumn Draped Her Shawl”