whispers of autumn

late August,

late afternoon after a shower


fallen rain forms countless shining pools

on the freshly stained deck, now

darkened with water


narrow yellow leaves touched

with spots of brown,

blown onto the deck

by the storm, paste themselves

next to young green maple leaves,

each glistening like silver shafts

of light

under the descending

golden sun


the bright water beads,

the dark deck,

the shining leaves, whisper



they say,


and I can hardly wait



One Response to “ “whispers of autumn”

  1. Amy E. Hall says:

    I love “paste themselves…” Very nice.

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