finding to be

in my search, i found my eyes,

how they can look and see 

the color of what beauty is

in my  search, i learned to breathe,

to smell and touch and sense

the intrinsic fiber of life

in my search, i found a path

where flora and fauna gather

filling me with Nature’s embrace

in my search, i learned from

the owl, the eagle and the wolf

to observe while listening to the wind

in my search, i witnessed

a stone and a tree and how both sit

quietly and still, becoming one 

in my search, i learned not to

seek but to embrace all that is

for that is what it is to be

welcoming Autumn

bright red petals of roses,

yellows blue and purple

flowers, the vibrant green

of leaves, so quietly they change

from their ebullience into their

more Autumn hues of orange,

brown, black and russet   

warm winds cool, blowing the

cotton whites now misty and gray

as Robins and Hummingbirds

cease their play, pack to journey
south-bound where the sun still

heats and breezes still are warm

the blue-jays  and crows remain,

they caw in competition as they

sneak and steal the nuts and seed

from chipmunks and squirrels

not of starvation but to store,

preparing the arrival of ‘old man’

Winter’s cold nights cold days

houses now dressed in a fancy of rustic,

colors from pumpkins and silhouettes

of black witches on brooms, spiders

in webs, that hang from gutters and

eaves as white pillowcase ghosts

swing to and fro while the piercing

eyes of goblins, their incisor teeth grin,

to welcome the myths of Fall