
fallen leaves cleared trees becoming more barren autumn's progress
poetry, prose, and photography
limbs mostly bare
a few tenacious leaves cling
dawn's light creeps westward
sitting patiently
on tendrils of autumn mist
another fly’s doom
silk architecture
abandoned upon my porch
a cold autumn wind

the grace of sunlight
within the cool autumn air
glimmers of beauty

walking in the rain
hints of red catching my eye
songs within my mind

the grace of sunlight
gently passing through the clouds
standing on moist earth
Saw this on today’s walk. I don’t know this tree, though. Do you?