Summer is folding her green sheets
Red stain weeps through to autumn
Cleansing a laundry of episodes:
Swimming in crystals
Orange blazed woods
Tanned melancholy
Trails of permanent wilderness
I go inside to reflect like forest ponds
Embracing cracks in the sunlight
A little red fox saunters by
Squirrels race passing cars to suicide
A prelude to winter when plants and people die