gleaming silver moon

lingers in the morning sky

catching sun’s first kiss

a photographer

in quiet solitude steals

a perfect moment

autumn wind

humbled by a spindly tree

clinging to its leaves

by the lake a tree

so frail, its delicate leaves

defying the wind

a single gold leaf

lies on a bed of dark stones

floating in the mind

autumn convention

a circle of ladybugs

chews over the day

a sickly buff sky

hangs leaden while folk look down

stepping over cracks

rain is always wet

but today it is wetter

seeping to the skin

making miso soup

with noodles and peas and beans

a cool autumn day