Autumn scatters her shades
in daring colors of rust and copper,
asymmetrical patterns splayed
under fledgling wings above
silent fields of late blooming
lilac and the soft blush of peony
left clinging to a bowing trellis.
A flicker of burnished feathers
dripping the weight of dew,
flitting through blowing wheat fields,
the breath of life after summer flew.
Dried stalks abandoned beneath crusty leaves,
their tender stems beaten to the soil
in need of assurance, a promise of rebirth.