Flaxen leaves flutter,
Shimmer, dance in autumn winds-
Mountains’ golden crown.
The names that come to me
When I’m in a place
That I feel if I stand still long enough
The trees will begin
Whispering in my ear.
Wade through the shallows
To get to clearer water.
Slog through murk- gain depth.
Standing barefoot on the front porch,
Raindrops splatter on my bare feet.
The smell of rosemary and lightning
Waft through the water-logged air.
The curious cat left on the inside
Presses her face to the screen door.
Raindrops fall noisily to the earth,
Billowing thunder rolls in waves.
The steady flow of rain lessens
To an intermittent drip, drip, drip.
Robins appear, hop on the lawn,
Hunt for worms in the calm aftermath.