Remnants
of a plastic world
haphazardly dropped
in the duff of pinecones and bracken
litter this redwood path.
Our thoughtless leavings -
shiny mylar strings
and red straws -
must sadden the bluejays
watching from hidden branches.
Oct 24, 2011
Oct 24, 2011 at 10:53 AM UTC
I want to sit
in the autumn-orange
of an old apple tree
Climb into the
golden heart
of winter coming
Watch yesterday's leaves
edy in the wind,
then swirl to shape
Crisp yellow carpets
too soon to lie
beneath the snow...
Oct 24, 2011
Oct 24, 2011 at 10:41 AM UTC