Autumn Waits

Autumn waits,

Steps through the doubts

Of summer

Into the cold.

Autumn remembers

Hopes of spring

Burning hot,

Dripping hot, into dust

Growing, reaching,

Maturing.

Autumn knows

Hope matured,

Dreams standing full

Like corn in the field.

Autumn sees the breath

Of spring as vapors

Into a morning sky,

As dust, into July,

Into the quiet of winter.

Really, if you love the wind,

Spring blows free,

Autumn blows so different;

It is the time between.

Fred
The Boatman
So Simple Things
Tattoos
A Bear, A Fawn, An Otter
Fat Men and Boats
Flowers
Letters
Christopher
A Funny Thing
Home
The Edge of the Moon
The Rod and the Ripple
Darlin’
He did Write
Aye Lass
Down from the Mountains
Silent Thought
Each Note
He Wished He Knew
But He Grew
Road Stories
Darling Daughter (continued)
Old Dogs New tricks
Dramatic Lives
Christopher Columbus, and Julius
Dawn Stretches
Sean and Megan
Dearest Beauty
Words
Dragons, Dancing
The Wild and Wooly Dog
About Dragons
Big Dog Gone Running
Autumn Waits
Sunday Afternoon
You Can Write Words
Lions in the Dawn
If I Listened to the Moon
Gifts and Purposes
First Kiss
They Were
Carp
Hipness
Old Pictures
To Stand Free
Candles and Flames
Dear Mom
The Moon is Floating
Artists can run Hot