Our spirits rest in
Trees, seeking time
Between heat, cold,
New, old --as autumn
Nears its end and
Earth, still our friend,
In cooler repose, hangs
Raindrops on a rose. 
 
 
 
            
        
          
        
          
        
Following 
Fall blossoms--
Smaller, yet all---
Petal to petal,
Each slow inch,
Unfurled on a
Route around 
The world.