.
red onions, green bells
carrots, cabbage, celery —
colors of fall soup
.
.
red onions, green bells
carrots, cabbage, celery —
colors of fall soup
.
.
square eyes
triangle nose
crooked teeth —
everything saved for
pumpkin pie
.
.
the first days of fall
yesterday’s wild winds
sleeping in
.
.
Halloween preps —
daddy carves my magic-marker
pumpkin face
.
.
after days and days
of scorching summer heat
fall is finally here
·
time for sweaters, scarves
raking leaves
and homemade pumpkin pie
.
.
wonder how long
it will take to learn to work
with this new keyboard
.
.
morning alarm —
song of the cuckoo
greeting the dawn
.
.
the palest blue —
autumn sky frames
the ash tree’s golden hue
.
.
an artist’s broad strokes —
yellows, purples, oranges, reds
paint the sunset sky
.
.
kaleidoscope of fall
yellows, reds and orange —
leaves
decorate the lawn
.
.
.
lost in shadows
there is no place I want to be
without you beside me
.
.
ah!
from Waikea
Hawaii
volcano filtered water
slides silky
down my throat
.
.
autumn rain
sticky tongue frog
eating wet flies
·
(rewrite of post 102221)
.
.
.
old time tv shows —
Radar
Hawkeye
Klinger
character faves from M*A*S*H
.
.
.
“Fried egg Sunday!”
mom says —
yet nothing is special
without you
.
.
even though death
has parted us
our love is still shining
in the stars
v2
even though death
has parted us
our love is still dancing
in the stars
.
.
October’s
Pumpkin Pie Latte
cinnamon, nutmeg
ginger
cloves
.
.
autumn moon
floats above
lingering summer heat
.
.
tap tap tap
in the cool of the evening
woodpeckers come out to chat
.
.
squirrels
pigeons
snails
after a holiday
everyome helps bring the mail
.
.
the darkest nights
all the stars
shining
into infinity
.
.
full moon
all the crickets serenade
our midnight picnic
.
.
surrounded by evergreens
my artist’s mind yearns
for the colors of fall
.
.
nature’s flashlight —
almost full gibbous moon
shines through all the skylights
.
.
houses
apartments
condos —
nowhere is home
without you
.
.
summer heat wave —
waiting for the clouds
to drag in fall
.
.
cool fall morning
your soft grey sweatshirt —
feeling your arms around me again
.