i wake to a dream 

the dark fragrance of her hair

encompasses me

 Morning comes later

I have passed my exquinox

Night grows knowingly

 i am october

laden with summer's rewards

my leaves burning bright

Dry as a gray leaf

He doesn't want to get up

It's getting colder

Sitting together

The last leaf fell on their bench

Sunday turned to snow

Before I was young

When I did not know of age

No past to forget

 The vain scythe of faith

Clears a path through reason's field

Leaving chaff behind

 It is mostly tail

A fox darts across the road

Jumps into the night

 That which matters best

Freely come by as the air

No price is enough

 

Nature's dimensions

Abroad its measurelss span

And smallest wonder

 Spring is a fair child

Splashing in April’s puddles

All wet and merry

 The fruits of summer

Fall and begin to ferment

Here's to autumn's wine!

 

Dark and patrician

Gaurdians of Red Mountain

Cloaked in cold stone

 Stung by an insect

A door slammed on my finger

Elsewise a good day

 See how they scurry

Abert squirrels are gratified

A feast of fresh cones!

 She whispered something

That caused me to close my eyes

And thank my fortune

 In the wheel of time

There must be revolutions

For there to be change

 Surrounded by storm

Slate sky - hills covered in hail

We were high and dry

October's plenty

The pinion jay remembers

Where it stored the seeds

Beyond what we say

You and I are miracles

Of unposed questions

As far as I know

 Freedom is not what I thought

It's when I don't think

Stopped in the shadows

Motionless - it stares at me

Its white tail twitches

 This fathomless blue

A vault vast and unblemished 

But for one crow

Of apprehension 

How do you know what you know

Apart from belief

 

The bloom's work complete

Gauzy thistle-down takes flight

As summer exhales

 Days fresh as flowers

That wake to bees in morning

Awash with nectar

My experience 

I've learned more than I was taught

Known more than I thought

 Follow the brown signs

They point to pleasing  places 

Otherwise passed by

 All that I’ve given

Is inconsiderable

Compared to my thanks

 My face is a map

Drawn with the slow quill of age

Can you follow it?