Thursday, December 01, 2005

Each morn
a minute later,
the sun arises
over the river.

Each dawn
a degree south,
on its journey
to the Equator.

Canada geese arrive
following the sun;
disciplined V`s
collapse and rest.

Bees and wasps
flitting lazily,
the sun signalling
the end of struggle.

Leaves depart,
depending on the kindness
of strangers,
for their blaze of glory.

Autumn, inexorable,
cloaks its arrival
in glorious colors,
soon to be blanched
by winter`s snow.