Not comparable


I see orange 

pumpkins, crimson 

beets and wine

chrysanthemums, feel 

crisp autumn air,

but not 

in the hospital room, 

an oxygen machine

drones, an alert button 

droops helpless, near a

fig newton

beside 

the small plastic cup—

waiting for winter is 

not comparable

to witnessing a tender soul,

his long life fading away.

~

©2017 Ontheland

Late summer


Late summer hoppers

   time to harvest, clear and mulch

        fields buzz excitement

~

Summer evening

   my rushing blood is soundless

         in the steady hum

~

Last day of August 

    bird arrow crosses the sky

          autumn chill is here

~

© 2017 Ontheland