Magical Autumn

Dawn slips in as I creep out  into the

crisp autumn morning

Our resident crows have yet to stir

at this hour, no bird greets me.

the air is fresh

cool, disguising what will be a

record fall day as

nineties are forecasted

this is Texas, after all…

my step is lite

sidewalk almost cold on naked feet

no sound at all but a scent of roses

assails the senses.

Don Juan Roses, mingled with tarragon

Oh autumn, stay forever!

tennis ball sized heirloom tomatoes

reborn on

tangled summer vines, join

cucumber flowers atop several tiny, new fruit.

When I turned forty,

several decades past,

I wanted to change my name to


I never questioned why…

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.