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 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.