Beyond Badges and Barbed Wire
 
Baklava
 
River Run
 
Perfect Pen
 
Red Ride
 
Raven Heart
 
That Wild Thing
 
Tsunami
 
August 4th
 
Urban Spring
 
Yellow Canyons
 
Edge of the World
 
Silver Weaver
 
Grace
 

  
Fall

The morning,
Which arrives later and later 
In October, is crisper, cooler.
I have to find my slippers and cozy
Robe now to keep myself warm 
before breakfast. 
Summer’s long party is over.
As each day passes sun fades earlier
Into night sky as stars glisten on the horizon.

Fall has arrived. 

It announces itself everywhere.
Apple trees are heavy 
with crisp, tart fruit.
Pear trees offer up ripe blossoms.
Dried leaves litter sidewalks, and backyards.
Large pumpkins line storefront windows,
Squash overflows in bins.

It’s time to make soup, carve pumpkins,
Plant seeds for winter greens.
It’s time to turn inwards, read a book,
Crochet a scarf, write a letter.

What will you do this season?

 Diane Sherman   /   February 2008