The crisp sound
of leaves
underfoot.
Autumn air,
and perhaps
a
good book.
Ebbing waves,
life just begun.
Every night,
a little sun.
Softly,
like flecks
of snow,
to sleep.
Full moon
promises
made
to keep.
Gently,
as light
over ink,
over canvas.
Evergreen,
flowers.
Full bloom
At last.