This morning I find the Johnny jump-ups covered with snow that bloomed until Friday.  Officially we are in autumn.  So, I post the “Autumn Breeze.”

Autumn Breeze

Autumn is hastening in spite of my love

for blushing sedum and fragrant hosta

that paint the stone wall behind my house.


Minutes fly by in the autumn breeze

without leaving forwarding address for me

but the ripples of the pond know it.


Where are you from?  Where are you going?

Take me.  I want to be in your folded arms.



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