Thankful 55

I love this time of year
when the land
gathers itself
preparing
for its long, cold sleep
 
when the leaves
no longer hide
the structure of
 the trees
 
and the work of
autumn
is complete
 
I love the small
points
of light
and warmth
in the darkness
 
I love
the reminder
of vastness
beyond myself

These are 55 words chosen and arranged for Verse Escape where Hedgewitch carries on the kick-ass tradition of the Friday 55 that was started by Galen, a most kick-ass human.  
 

Wordless Wednesday - Sighted While Walking

 

Wordless Wednesday - That Lone Tree

 

Wordless Wednesday - Curved Lines

 

Wordless Wednesday - Autumn Posies

 

He Said - She Said - Albert Camus

 

"Autumn is a second spring when every leaf is a flower."

-Albert Camus

-Photo by Mary Bach

Wordless Wednesday - End of Days

 

Wordless Wednesday - Maurice and Otis

 

The First of September

So what do I write on this first day

of this new month, September, this

almost autumn?

Do I write about how the garden

is nearly exhausted?

Do I write about how the leaves

are already beginning to turn?

Do I write about my dad, born in this month,

whose favorite color was red,

whose favorite flower was the American Beauty Rose,

whose favorite season was autumn?

Do I write about his strong, freckled hands,

or his neat-nick habits

or his quick mind

or his laugh that filled rooms

or his clever sense of humor?                  

Or do I write about the cooler nights

and the shorter days

and how death is coming for us all?

This is linked to dVerse Poets' Pub for their open link night.