Clouds bring a soft gray
that hushes all sound with rain.
Quiet blankets all.

The leaves are falling.
The brightly colored raindrops
kiss the waiting ground.

The rain has found us,
gently soaking the earth and
bringing the color.

Night falls silently
with footsteps that can't be heard
no wind stirs leaves.

October 3, 2008

The sun warms my face
reminding me of summer,
and what I will miss.

October 1, 2008

A cup of hot tea
and a seat out on the lawn
to watch the leaves fall.

October1, 2008

The trees lean inward,
with their rough, crocodile bark,
thinking ancient thoughts.