Autumn's gifts

While
some 
still hoard
armfuls
of gold
and ruby
others
open their hands
and strew
a jeweled 
treasure
at our feet

Regret

Dawn

I won’t say

I’ve taken you

for granted

although I suppose

I do expect

your daily return

I’ve missed

your quiet

as I rush off

ahead of your

more leisurely

arrival

Too demure

to demand that

I slow down,

you stretch

warm arms

and contemplate

day

on the horizon

Absent/Present

I return

to Nature

humble

though I know

you will not turn away

or chide

my absence

indeed

have hardly noted

I was gone

You have not 

waited

to don your glowing coat

of burning colors

or shrug

it off

revealing

your slender

flexible

frame