
harvest
heavy and round,
happiness
in fall, even the apples
have stars
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harvest
heavy and round,
happiness
in fall, even the apples
have stars
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the bees knees
is friends, tea, sunshine,
and poetry
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nothing makes my heart sing
like fields of wildflowers
and golden days
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Wet leaves,
milkweed seed,
painted blooms
honey mead,
fragrance of fall,
floating like Chagall.
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tiny hydrangea flowers
hide among raspberry leaves,
like autumn-hued beacons
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autumn blooms,
each petal a love note
to seed-stars
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October is a month of O’s:
orange gourds, ogres, owlets, oracles,
octopuses, otters and orangutans on
odysseys with outstretched hands, Continue reading

Fields of daisies bloom
between forest and highway,
nodding sunny faces,
in the threshold
between earth and sky. Continue reading

The first sparkling flakes
zip, zig and zag before landing
with soft velvet slippers
atop the last pink flowers,
a’drowse in the fading light. Continue reading

The orange oracle
hears the wind’s voice,
chilly with snow and ice
gathering strength.
But today,
it’s warm.
Today,
let’s dance. Continue reading

A slim, willowy tree
gives a youthful glance,
tosses glossy red curls
in a siren dance. Continue reading