Something is being

finely crafted.  

Could it be the sentence to calm us 

the paragraph to root us in community?  

Will there be sparks?   

 

What is the confluence of color and texture

trying to tell me.  Why am I not listening?  What story wishes to unfold?   

 

Fall is full of color

and with a pond at the ready, most trees love a good reflection.  In fact, will stand on their head.  Headstands are not my thing?  

You?   

 

Beginning?

Or end?  

How many times have I missed seeing the subtle?

Bougainville reaching over clouds

 How does she do that?   

Fall

about ready to swirl.  Times to find those comfy sweaters.  Time for thick socks, a long walk and rustle some fallen leaves.