(Watercolor, Jane Kohut-Bartels)
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I chase one red leaf
Across dry and brittle grass
Juice of summer gone.
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The garden spiders
Fold their black spindly legs,
Die, all work now done.
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Pale lavender sky
Balances the moon and sun
The scale shifts to night.
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Fallen leaves crackle.
Sparrows add the treble notes.
Season’s musical.
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Dogwoods blooming
The crucifixion appears
White moths in the night.
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Fall’s crispness compels
Apples to tumble from trees.
Worms make the journey.
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The frost at morning
Makes the birds plump their feathers
Squirrels add chatter.
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A swirl of blossoms
Caught in the water’s current
Begins the season.
The cold moon shines down
Upon hollow dried grasses.
Earth prepares to sleep.
—
Jane Kohut-Bartels
Copyrighted, 2018
