The Autumn

The autumn

Wind and sky

Leaves dance

Autumn

Beauty

Lasting

For a

Precious

Moment

Birds chatter call

Water ripples 

Spilling the reflection

Gold

Green

Yellow

The foothills roll

In the distance 

And the air is sweet

With dusk

The dogs pant

Whine

It's time

To move on

And so we do

Flying

Into this memory

Crackling the pebble walk 

Beneath our feet.

Our honored Dead

Dia de los muertos 

Our honored dead

Ancestors

Dead

Death another realm

Another place

Where flowers bloom

Fragrant everlasting 

And we, in this side,

Living

Smelling the flowers

Lost to us once they bloom;

Yet there

Another reaches us,

It's face

A glimpse

Delicate

Sweet

Caress

Of memory

That lives

Alongside

Our yearning,

Assuages the sharp breath

Of sunset 

The Stars 

appearing before us,

forever there, 

to behold.