Holding

Afternoon

like autumn

is fading

rolling

toward the west

and golden dusk

If standing still

and slowing

my breath

to a hush

could stop time

I would

stop right here

at season’s

and day’s

twilight

Fall(en)

Their whisper

and crackle

is the sound 

of autumn

and memory

of childhood

of carpets and

mountains

of fallen leaves

waiting

to be revelled in

Dazzled

Much missed

Lady Sun

your shining face

dazzles

eyes

reluctantly accustomed

to a gray, flattened horizon

Today

the sky feels

infinite

and overflowing

with light

Hibernation

If I could

slow down my heart

and still my breaths

to a whisper,

I might join you,

sleepy friend,

in your autumnal nap

The dark at dawn

and the cold wind

calls me to stillness

contemplation

rest

Autumn's Ghosts

Pre-dawn’s

stillness

swells

with the calls

of gathering geese,

the sound wave

tracing the path of

the river,

gathering

into one voice,

banking southward

and away