The sea of grasses

Lighter than the air around

Almost touching earth

 A roborant fruit

The juniper berries ripen

Seducing the jays

 A new peach blossom

Contends for the bee's passion

Entreating - Choose me!

 A seed in the wind

He left without a goodbye

Carelessly aloft

 Fall arrives forthwith

Charging through September's door

Letting in a draft

 Perfectly disguised

A horny toad is a rock

Until the crow leaves

 

I dreamt that I jumped

Straight off the thirty-fifth floor

Woke before landing

A garden abashed

Sheds its glamorous attire

Naked but for seeds

 As the garden wanes

The last of September's rains

Give it life again

 The drying asters

Perish ere living again

 Beauty in demise

The golden spiral 

Theophany of numbers

Unfolds in a rose

 Mother wore purple

(her twisted fingers ringless)

Earrings from Tibet

 

Despite botany

Flowers are miraculous

Stems graced with magic

 

The veins in the leaves

Are portraiture of the trees

Canopy of art

 

 Reluctant autumn

Holds fast to September's hand

Still dressed for summer

Sun touches here last

A remote and restful gulch

Of shadows and moss

 As far as I know

It's just me and this spider

And others, maybe

I'm fine to not know

The where in my whereabouts

Just here is enough

 The meadow is dressed

In white lace of  morning dew

Soon unveiled by sun

 

Two hat-topped women 

Patiently in the plaza

Wait to sell their corn

Pure society

Ants bring their dead to the queen

For her to safekeep

Her grief so heavy

Her days enjoy no sunshine

And plead for night's shade

The season's first chill

The squirrels busy with their stores

A burnished leaf falls

 Just after breakfast

She offers a dry aside

I want my heart back

Alert upright ears

The doe turns her graceful neck

Her fawn bounds away

Intrinsically

Have faith in nature's canon

Written with water

The blanket of night

Is coldest just before dawn

And then the day stirs

A truth of its own

Three point one four one five . . . 

Endlessly unique

Denuded and dry

A sunflower sadly bows

Its seed-heavy head

I can barely see

There is a surrounding fog

Sweet obscurity

 The crow soared aloft

Sounded a confident caw

Dove for a lizard

 At the south window

A cat sleeps on the warm sill

Grandma counts stitches