autumn haiku
softly, fall the leaves
surrendering to the whirlwind
that whispers, ‘come home’
~kat

the graces
time and once upon ago
Euphrosyne’s amber tresses flowed
on wisps of autumn’s frosted breath
dear Aglaia, the tall and slim
in elegance, slow danced with wind
cloud-kissed, her raiment golden flecked
and Thalia, sweet Thalia blushed bright
her supple shallow roots held tight
as fledglings flitted from their summer nests
yes time and once upon ago
from seed to sprout these beauties showed
resilience when the tempests raged
they met each season shift with grace
flowered, fruited, shed their seed
the most magnificent of trees
and lovely still, though worn with age
if they could speak what might they say?
embrace each season of this life
dwell on the good, let go the strife
time steals away before you know
so learn to bend when fierce winds blow
let your roots spread deep and wide
reach to heaven’s North Star guide
then soft surrender to the loam
leave not a trace, but grace, come home
~kat

autumn rain
I feel it in my bones
hours before the first drop
when the sky floods gray
and heavy, my knees scream
my back aches and my hair
becomes a web of straw clinging
to my head…my thought process
grows sluggish…and I think
the very best I can manage
is a nap, a very long nap
in fact wake me up come spring
when the rain is sweet and cool
not this bone-chilling deluge
that drenches fallen leaves
grinding them into loam
tree limbs overhead stripped bare,
unable to shade the carnage below
oh that it would snow, this season
in between has lost its charm
the letting go, the letting go…
to death…I feel it in my bones
~kat

pieces
she dances a slow dance
with death, barefoot, draped
in purple, to music only she hears,
whispers on wind tips, in and out
from the shadows, balancing
between dark and light, need
and want, pieces of herself
plucked from her core like
the leaves of autumn called
to sleep at the feet of their mother
she dances a slow dance
with death, slipping deeper,
deeper into the darkening
night, eyes fading, heart jaded,
breath growing shallow, voice
silenced to a whimper, donned
in purple darkened from tears
long shed from wells gone dry
praying for winter snow to gently
wrap her in silence, where blessed
sleep waits, that she might finally
rest…that she might find peace
~kat

just beyond the trees
i can almost see the neighbors now
their white-washed porch and blue metal roof,
the brown-white marbled coats of their horses
grazing along the perimeter, just beyond
the thinning tree barrier between us
trees still green with life, slowly fading,
tip tops aglow in shades of amber and rust
empty nests teetering like bristly blobs in the wind,
nestled in nooks high above the bustle below
at long last, autumn has settled in for a spell
season of bonfires, apple cider, pumpkin spice, sweaters
season of letting go, of gleaning what we’ve sown
and offering what’s left back to the earth and sky
I can see the neighbors now as the air grows chill
as winter looms close and days grow dark
as the veil grows thinner…thinner still
it’s comforting you know, to remember
that I am not…that we are never truly alone
i see you…i see you
~kat