2088. coming home

autumn’s tree’s beauty

slowly… and furiously

finds its way to earth 🦊❤️

 All things find their way home to Mother Earth. 🦊❤️

2087. looking skyward

 

you soaring this way

the clouds sailing the other

my mind spins around 🦊❤️

Held down by gravity, I sit and stare at what is happening above. I think, “What I wouldn’t give…” 🦊❤️

2086. now is the time

 

fall moves to winter

soon branches will be empty

stop… smell the roses 🦊❤️

Stopping to smell the roses, savor the morning chill, hear the birds sing, taste the last hanging cherry tomato or be stunned by the palette of autumn colors starts with making a conscious decision to do so. Now is the time. 🦊❤️

2085. a mystery…

 

just watching the bees

buzzing from clover to clover

and then they were gone… 🦊❤️

I sat lazily, watching a large number of bees buzzing from clover to clover gathering pollen. I blinked… and they were all gone… A mystery!! 🦊❤️

2084. ignition

 

despite the drizzle

an autumn tree igniting

acting as kindling 🦊❤️

As we walked in the morning drizzle, I could not help but see the blazing tips of a tree acting as kindling that will set fire to the rest of the trees. 🦊❤️

2083. fog

ah the morning fog

the perfect lens to witness

the sun’s rising up 🦊❤️

There is something special about a sunrise seen through the fog on an autumn morning. 🦊❤️
 

2082. “old scratch”

 

the first to turn red

like the devil that it is

ole poison ivy 🦊❤️

This is the time of the year that poison ivy turns a flaming red - just like the devil that it can be. BTW “old scratch” is a folk name for the devil. 🦊❤️