Fall crimson leaves
Like faded dreams
Will the heart renew
Time answers softly

Soft blue winters mist
Frozen pines the shy wolf drifts
Ghost admist the snow

the day has flared
and fallen

into fire
clouds climb

in silence
the trees whisper

something green
in their mystery

in places
wait the oranges

and reds of autumn
in places

wait the whites
and blues of winter

sometimes we must
look upon the things

we have no name for

Cool breeze on my skin
Night drifts in to fill the room
Comfort to my dreams

the cicadas slur their final words
of summer

from one side of the lake
to the other

a sedge of herons
is perfect

just above the water
all along

the green of the mountains
autumn

is already pecking its reds
and yellows

drift to any distance
and you will dance

through delight
and damage

i have been           loneliness
i have been           holiness

and i now know
the difference