Summer lites the match
summer lites the match then autumn flames leap skyward snow cools the embers
summer lites the match then autumn flames leap skyward snow cools the embers
climbing toward winter every leaf perfectly stitched on a Persian rug
Flowering asters Late season binge-drinking bees - One more before frost…
here was high tide once, fled the rock, gone out to sea tides cannot decide
Wonder what’s inside… Bird or snake, glop or candy - Tempting to find out!
Trees ask, "What happened?" "I do not know" says the rock - "It’s gone like summer"…
Out in every way, Reaching moss, fern, leaf, and stone - Her neighborly roots…
Hard life, this maple, Twin trunks full of life today Many tiny shoots…
Mother of Beech trees, Children arrayed all around - They all stay in touch…
Not a thought given As the blade sawed through the tree - Out popped a village!
We’ve got character! the mushrooms say to the tree - She just rolls her eyes…
Tall grasses say so, The goldenrods nod with them - Seeds will slumber soon…
Ferns are first to sleep, Oaks complain, "it’s still summer!" But ferns know better…
Hands on, minds quiet - We flow into heart spaces, Healing each other…
The wind crescendos morning leafs plop on wet stone whooshing then plopping…
I wait among leaves Hoping the rain will fill me So the birds may drink…