cloaked in crimson


orange – lemony hazel

– healers with bony

 sun gold fingers –

dawn backlit by chartreuse,

shimmering ruby

salmon, lime, when star

burns away puffs of

cottony mist rising

  transpiring trees

  still standing


 on the mountain  

breathe in leafy 

 brilliance that

will not last

bespeak eternity


  a golden

haze spreads over 

the mirrored lakes

sky meets water 

not a ripple


 emerald ducks

quacking reeds

and geese take flight

at dusk….

Every year autumn seizes me like a lover and I become HER – Transformation is real and always embodied. I live through the natural wonder of every tree even as the departing geese remind me of the season to come…

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