It All Falls Down

we can’t have autumn 
without the vibrant colors 
of all that is lost

trees casting shadows 
that can’t be hidden by cats
seasonal comfort

Chipped Blues

the mulch is spread out
yet the moldy dust persists 
in every choked breath

this dry spell persists
through the blue-sky heat of fall
and I can’t let go

it could be sunrise 
bright as fire, so hopeful:
giving us new light

it could be blue sky
perfectly reflective blue
blue as blue as blue

but it isn’t blue
it’s a pile of wood chips 
darker than the sun

the golden tree top
falling for a new season 
even if we can’t

let’s hide in a box
far from the bright world light
safe and so alone

bluebird mountain day
catching the golden aspens 
before they burn bare

too cool for this school 
she’s never too embarrassed 
by her crazy mom

interrupting me
while i’m teaching them English 
is just what i need

we all need sunsets
lit by the fires we burn
searching for some light

this week’s garden blooms
September brings golden leaves
but first? color burst