daughter and her son

I walk through leaves to their gate

Autumn has begun

autumn leaf on ground

raindrops were caught in its curl

mouse drinks from old bowl

man perched on rooftop

a bird flies by, hits window

one a choice, one not



If I had not life
I could not die
which is the gift?
one the paper
the other a bow
opened only by God

white petals of joy

light moving across flower

while others sleep in