Late Autumn
Oh, I remember.
I remember you
sneaking in with the cool down,
catching a lift on the summer breeze.
Yes, I’ve seen this before.
I recall
how you turn the trees to ghosts,
the leaves to dust beneath our boots
and make a liar out of the sun.
It wasn’t that long,
but you’ve settled in again
and the beasts trade their sleek attire
for wooly, rugged coats
and prepare for the chill you bring.
They are brave against you
and I am sure you won’t stay long…
you never do (so fleeting, so reliably unreliable you).
From green to brown to white…
I remember
your mystery…
your obscurity…
…back again.
Meanwhile, back at the ranch... 
Those are some awesome pictures. I saw the one of the fungus on the trees and immediately thought of ferngully!
Gorgeous pictures and lovely poem. An amazing ode it is!
Hi, say could you please gather a few of those acorns for me!! I would love that! hehe!!
Of course! I will go a hunting this weekend…I think they would be cool sitting on a table in a cute bowl…If I only had one space on a table for things like that…
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