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gray-blue greeting
comment from Eileen gives author hope
gray-blue morning
misted deep sky obscuring stars
chill fingers outside the covers
signs of autumn not coming
but here
color preparation
autumn in the air
filtering summer’s brilliant
whites and yellows to warm
rather than sizzle-hot
as though through burnt orange lens
readying us for greens to re-dress
in red, umber, beige, muted gold
buttery browns, even blue
the colors of a fire in the hearth
in preparation for winter
first courage
black-capped chickadee
at leisurely breakfast
in the birdseed tray
ignoring the wrought iron bird
that so frightened all the wild
birds when my daughter first
set out the try
it was a lesson in avian learning
for me to watch the first scrub jay
who perched at the far side of the tray
pecking with half his attention
on that dark, unmoving shape
after his first bravery
so many have followed
and are now nonchalant
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pinker than yellow-black
chill, pink morning so autumnal
i walk not in fear
of yellow jackets swarming
from their ground nests
my porch and yard
are, finally, again my own
autumn coming
some of my grass is green
the sheltered areas mostly
that moving shadow helps protect
from photons in numbers staggering
to contemplate moving in straight
lines until reflected or refracted
burn my tender leaves of grass
to brown.
chatter silence
chatter like the isolated
human click language
too fast, too nuanced
for outsiders to understand
squirrels emote, communicate
give vent – except the male
who scurries to the side of the road
as each car approaches
only to hurry back
to sit silent beside the body
of its mate or friend
who never made it across
realism with a bang
vivid brilliance, blinding
there and gone before our minds
can react and label such power
lightning
and then, low and grumbling
a guttural observation, thunder
that comes more fleetingly upon
the flare and grows more fierce
until each is upon us, overwhelming
terror
so primitive millennia of learning
accomplishments, gadgets
unwarranted pride dissolve into shaking, proper, realistic
humility