Apples

the scent of apples
sings a song of cool days,
colors, and grey mist.

Heat's end

summer ends in gray
sheets of rain, the day ends in
a quiet spirit

warm, wrapped,and serene,
paradise is five minutes
before my alarm

Reading Addiction

chores wait patiently -
the reader travels the road
the story lays down

sweet and sharp

friends can be sweet as
honey,  or sharp as bee stings -
honey is preferred.

wake-up call

little plush paws nudge -
from the bed's cocoon I rise -
so the day begins

daily life

water may be stirred
by changing winds, but always
returns to stillness