earth

so much is different
across empty space and time.
places sans faces.

autumnal fingers
are bony and cold to touch.
summer’s embrace ends.

the soft blanket green.
a stage of whimsical dreams.
nurturing nature.

in a troubled time.
ripples upon still water.
a moon shattering.

yellow canary
with a song quite contrary.
wings of a fairy.

wind tickles the grass.
my feet stomp out the humor.
for the thorn punctures.