Indian Summer

Dusk settles as dust across earthen land, as warmth seeps slowing from woodland stretched before me like a downed comforter. Come warmth, come and slip between leaf’s edges, slide down empty limbs as luminous sun grins across the autumn sky. Indian Summer charms man’s inner soul, tricks the body’s brisk well being; but the mindContinue reading “Indian Summer”

Storms of Leaves

They change before my eyes:translucent, transparent telling of coming changes chanting their farewells across the sky. If trees could talk what would be said of their transformation?Would willows weep or birches balk as their leaves are wisp away? Maples seem to chatter in wind;while oaks remain stately and onlyrumble, rattle, roar as autumn exits clingingContinue reading “Storms of Leaves”