For the Autumnal Equinox (Sept. 23, 2011)
The autumn leaves of green-turned red
Cascade through fragrant air
Spilling to earth in silent flight
While homes stand lost and bare
Blank, the sky, in pinkish hue
Filled with the escape of birds
Delivers us the sun-swept view
Untrapped by any words
Adorned in Autumn’s deepest charm
The ground prepares its slumber
Tucked away in protective sheets
Of shades in countless number
Almond bark and cinnamon
Burn pleasant in woodsy scent
Telling tales of winter’s march
When Autumn leaves are spent
