season of peaches

 

this season when the leaves color and fall
has been filled with peaches.

Now only a couple of late roses bloom
and the last of the black eyed Suzys fade.
There are a few flowers and fruits as spots of color, but mostly the plants hang their brown and dried seed heads as the trees slowly change and drop each leaf one by one .

Autumn envelopes us with her sharp angled light
of late afternoons and shorter days and coldness.

Now the sun shines directly from the west
into the cobwebs throughout the house.

Shorts and long sleeves and shawls and socks.

Finally some rain and today all is shrouded in a cloud.
A wistfulness bears hard on me and I dream of spring as I walk over wet leaves.

the Fool

we are all fool, ready to step into the void.
we are all one, in the moment and in many ways.
the time of day or night is circular and fleeting.
the art of nature, the nature of art-instinctive humanity without thought.
trees and plants bloom, grow, fruit, seed and die back. leaping into the void with no thought, just ongoing cycle of longer or shorter or warmer or not days and nights.
this fine earth, on which we all reside, spinning gently through space.