Leaves
Blown in the wind
As am I

the wind blows
leaves finally released
from clinging

We laugh
Eating our apple pie
Like fools

Gossamer threads
The intricate shaping of space
In falling light

Like apples
The mind comes to stillness
And drops

Autumn berries
Too numerous to count
Like stars

Blackberries
Ripe and plump and beautiful
Everywhere!

Fading warmth
We sit beneath the trees
And wait