dry autumn
the fading vibrance
of a spider lily

hard to tell you
how I feel . . .
this late autumn sky

petrified forest
a stone axe echoes
in the sky

autumn ginko
one by one
into mist

harvest home
a red nasturtium
heads for the stars

a single breath
the ember
comes to life

leaving us in autumn . . .
leaving behind him
the blossoms to come

ebbing tide
a bright shell caught
by the current

tree leaves fall
as the long journey begins
a fading hymn

white hydrangea
fading
in white light