The woods reclaim the old barn
returning her lumber to the earth.
The still green meadow
holds out the possibility
of an Indian Summer.
Tucked under a blanket of clouds
the river valley rests.
rain drops into the pond
into the whole.
the youngest ones
slumber on soft grass
There is still time.
Come sit on the soft lush green.
Let the world embrace you.
Each blade of grass grows just for you.
One of the first appearances of autumn’s finery
is the ruffled fungi in pumpkin and cream.