Buck

Chipmunk sunning

on the wall

cat sleeping

—

driveway suddenly

yellow

leaves

—

my neighbor’s leaves

blowing

where I raked

—

dog hiding

someplace

a cold morning

—

autumn now

red dogweed

leaves

—

Holly

Chilled -

morning arrives late

early evening welcomes warmth

—

Grass shafts sway

heavy blossoms dry

next summer’s rhythm planted

—

Moonshine and Jupiter

peek over the brick wall

shadowed 

—

John

Fall colors

The poetry

of noticing 

—

Wet paws

on the kitchen floor

October coffee

—

Morning blanket

warm wite sighs

newly wed

—

Elena

The beginning of fall

The bus groans on

The landscape changes.

—

In the autumn air

How many acorns?

The squirrels know.

—

Shadows echo the halls 

the hunters whisper

seeking the formerly living.

Scent of charred wood

as a bluebird sqwawks 

moon rises over gravestones.

—

Rosalie

House cold - furnace out

yet outside warm and sunny

better to be outside

—

Standing by park

waiting on bus

smell only speeding cars

—

Fall_ 

Constant sound of acorns dropping 

Dick

reddening maples dance in the breeze—
the oaks gossip among themselves
—
cool fall days—
the last of the blackberries
big as thumbs
—
summer born fauns
have lost their spots—
coyotes howl all night
—
Orion rises in the east—
I am awake past midnight
—
each step an adventure—
under the fallen leaves
walnuts in their husks

—

Chris Hachfeld
#1
The owls discuss
A busy day
While I sit peacefully
—

#2
Warm spice in my hands
Cold chill in my spine
Leaves fall
—
#3
The roar of the crowd
Crashes onto my head
Jubilation
—
Bridget Hachfeld
#1
Sometimes my knees sound
Like autumn’s dry leaves
Time makes everything crispy

—

Kara 

Strawberry Moon

makes life look

as good as it tastes

—

Coming home 

meeting old ghosts

in new forms 

—

She in me I see

her eyes are my own 

a legacy to uphold 

—

Patti 

Falling leaves

color of the 

river’s bridge

—

autumn-

the sky the color 

of the buildings

—

autumn-

the sky the color 

of the river