Wool sweater, yarn hat
I am warm against the chill
Autumn sun shines down
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Little boy shouting
Sounds like the seagulls above
What a morning song!
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White frost and white fog
Drifting through the hidden grass
Paw-prints of foxes
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Author Archives: EvilFerret
Early Autumn In the Woods
Autumn woodsmoke tang
Lingering in folds of wool
Bright sky, clear and blue
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Looking through the leaves
To the river’s other shore
Fish in the water
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Little brown sparrow
Hops through a tangle of grass
Wind-creaking branches
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Gold flowers bobbing
Standing tall beside the path
Leaves crunch underfoot
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A soft-brown squirrel
Scampers through softly-gold grass
Autumn chill’s sharp knife
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Grasshopper prairie
Meadowsweet and butterflies
Blue sky — hawk hovers
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Bird I cannot see
Singing in a nearby tree
What does green sound like?
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Oak leaf, maple leaf
Fallen on the gravel path
I scare deer away
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Chipmunk watches me
On the root of an old tree
Wind rustles dead leaves
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Hawk-shadow flies by
Now there’s silence in the grass
Chipmunks are hiding
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Half a Week
Waking up early
Lying in bed, wondering
Ah. Pungent skunk-smell
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Sun shines in my eyes
Hard to see the little bird
But I hear him sing
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Shadow walks ahead
Going places I have not
Sun behind a cloud
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September afternoon
I’m very thirsty
Dancing in afternoon sun
Yellow butterfly
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Dandelion fluff
White seed tangled in the grass
Autumn is coming
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Cutting a lemon
Sun-bright warmth of yellow peel
But the knife is cold
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On the Death of Neil Armstrong
Let’s fly to the moon
Leaping steps, courageous hearts
Giving wings to dreams
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My first baby steps
Following your giant ones
Moonlight legacy
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Rose Garden
Garden of roses
Amidst pink and red, lonely —
One dandelion
Interlude: Olympics
Splashing in the pool
Two boys playing Olympics
Dreams in the water
Summer Sunset, Summer Night
Warm golden sun-drops
Falling from cicada wings
Sweet summer music
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Spider on the wall
Weaving webs I cannot see
Night-time visitor
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Moon through the windows
Beckons in the summer night
Come, dance in the grass
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A pair of raccoons
Trundle out from the bushes
Eyes gleam in the dark
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Interlude: Rosehill Cemetery, Chicago
Among old gravestones
Where no one comes anymore
Foxes are playing
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Mourning for the moss
Dying green and sepia
Tracing stony names
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water-dreams
The chirping sparrows
Hide in the shade of the roof
My hat’s damp with sweat
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Woven straw, leather,
Flap against my sweaty feet
Summer morning walk
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Cloud-towers rising
White and grey against the blue
Sky dreaming of rain
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Watering the lawn
I’d like to yank off my clothes
And roll in the grass
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Lake Song 