September 30, 2008

Drunk on the moonlight
that creeps in through the back door
lonely and silent.

September 29, 2008

Shadows sound the call
of the inevitable-
frost is coming soon.

Septembar 28, 2008

Twilight creeps around
the edges of the patio
heralding the night.

September 27, 2008

The light on the leaves
spatters the green with gold.
The waking day yawns.

September 26, 2008

Birds darken the sky,
scraping the moon with arched wings -
leaving me alone.

September 25, 2008

The late summer's smell

is tinged with frantic perfume

surrendering green.

September 24, 2008

Dead green of summer,
edges beginning to burn,
with a crisp, red fire.
But for now, everything waits
quietly for the wheel to turn.