Season of the gourd

When the air changes from summer to the hint of fall, I look for gourds in the shape of birds.  Lucky me, I have a bird-bath of these mythic creatures.  
 

Which is tethered?

Leaf or reflection?  Stones make great canvases don't you think?  

 

Do trees have a longing

for the first day of school?  We know trees are seasonally-smart and possess to wisdom to embrace change.

Clear view of sunset

with a looming sense of poppies on the horizon.  Tell me, are you just waking up or are you beginning to dream.  The first line of a novel is waiting to hear from you.   

Night and light --

including solar -- are fine, collaborative painters.  

 

Sunset striking Mt Diablo

 One can hope for the best -- again.  Probably a good idea to skip the evening news.  

Of course,

Cohen's "Bird on a Wire" comes to mind.  I'm thinking of this dove as a dangling particle in a much too cumbersome sentence.