Tenacious leaves Clinging still Showing off Their shiny underbelly Reminding me That fall is all but finished And Winter is on its way
Geese Gleaning
Geese gleaning Fields of gold Someone's trash Is another one’s trove
Fall Song
Crops in
Wind high
Leaves gone
Rivers dry
Sun low
Rest now
Rest
Rest
Rest
Rest
It Wasn’t You
Poplars yellow And I go back On horseback Trailing behind your Broad back On horseback too But It wasn’t you I longed for The day couldn’t have been more perfect Sun Fall Trees Breeze Horses But It wasn’t you I longed for
The Geese Are Gone
The geese are gone The geese are gone The geese are gone Go Slow Mow Settle Mettle Put on the Kettle Go
Geese Gather
Geese Gather while Sorrow and Joy Peace and Fear Sage siblings Wrestle (for) Preeminence Predominance Winter’s rest I welcome you From afar
Colleen R. Jantzen 