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The trees do not need AI to navigate the forests

or the seasons, nor do the birds building nests

among their branches, the streams and rivers flowing,

coursing to the seas, nor the flowers blooming,

blossoming, creating anew themselves, as does all life

left alone to be what it is, purposeful, beautiful

in its identity, recreating Eden, each to its own self,

symbiotic, keeping nature astir, bustling, kinetic,

restoring order from the chaos of being,

life and death and growth, change and wonder

and awe, becoming ourselves more human.

Autumn's Reminder

The low roar of a breeze howling softly,

intensifying, receding, or not at all,

and the rustling of dried leaves scraping

each against the others beneath our feet

remind us to slow ourselves down, to rest,

to slumber, anticipating spring’s renewal,

our own rebirth waiting at the end of winter’s  

dormancy, promising us new beginnings.

Autumn Sings

In the silence that is autumn,

a small voice, barely heard

‘neath a fading summer phlox,

still sings in my garden the songs

of the seasons ahead, songs of hope

and of life, songs of peace, songs of love.

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The leaves that blanket my yard

have turned it into a quilt of varied colors,

patterns, a tapestry of tales from other autumns

carried down through the years to today;

and what stories would you share

to make us smile and lighten our days

in this time signifying dormancy and loss,

as we wrap the covers around us to stay warm,

safely held together by the memories we hold

and the stories we share?