autumn slips in on its

heirloom paintbrush

 

caramel and maple

wings and flights

leaves of rust and shadow

 

it settles with a chill

I can hold in my hand

like a fledgling

 

from the brambled brush

a lizard darts greedily

across the dappled plain

 

stay awhile   stay

and paint with me

the harvest

persimmon

 

bliss