The Fall

from verdant green
to flaming colors
no rainbow ever dreamed
but the trees dare

from flourishing fields
of growing grain
to shorn earth
of tawny stubble

the wheel turns
once more
the year
draws to a close
and the growing season
meets its maker

whirlwinds skitter
across the path
stirring more poignantly
whatever wistful nostalgia
might have blossomed
late before the frost

this perishing moment
too
is an eternity

Autumn’s Muse

tamaracks_spruce
driving,
until even the gravel ends
in needled paths
immersed in worlds
boreal and arboreal
the evergreens are ever green
but the tamaracks are smokey gold
breathing comes as natural
as inspiration

the quaking aspen
unafraid
gracefully sheds its leaves
with each coaxing breeze
because to cling to life
that has already passed
would be to die
but to surrender
to the underworld of dormancy
ensures another rebirth

driving,
until even the gravel ends
a homecoming to the wilds
where there is no habitation
a fire amidst the firs
a hearth for my heart
but for the hand
that is not in mine
but I am ever green
and ever dying

picture at top from:
http://www.uvm.edu/rsenr/wfb175/