Fall Harvest

...The season is over...
...reflections in a pan...
...enough for a relish...
...not enough to can...

The day after tomorrow

...We turned red to fast and split our skins...
...so here we sit, leaking...
...the flies come by now and then...
...sucking up the sweet goo...
...leaving behind their young...
...who wiggle deep down in our middles...
...tomorrow we burst...
...releasing new flies...
...we are spent, but our seeds show promise...
...for the day after tomorrow...

Game Over

...The glasses are empty...
...points have been tallied...
...guys verses gals...
...arms are crossed...
...hands on thighs...
...looks like the gals won...
...again...

The Squirel's Treasure

...Little Bit likes to save things...
...special stones that catch the sun's rays just so...
...a piece of splintered wood that looks like a canoe paddle...
...except he doesn't quite understand the canoe part...
...and his first black walnut shell...
...all stowed in his little nook by the yard...

...Waiting...