The gray brings quiet
that hangs like a veil outside;
no motion or sound.

As I watch the squirrel
busily searching my yard,
I feel quite lazy.

Rich smell of maple
and the scent of fresh mown grass
fill the autumn air.

My dog is barking-
Waking up the neigborhood
to share his loud joy.

The night falls softly,
with the hushed voice of the breeze
telling me secrets.

Red vines thread my fence
like fingers reaching upward
longing for the sky.

Shadows across the
lawn, shimmering like water-
the sun hides its face.