The day awakes in gossamer

With silver breath 

The satin drift of 

Autumn

Pads her way

Across an anxious lawn

Kneels beneath the trees

Teasing colors

Flares of ardent summer hearts

And balmy dark

Embrace a long farewell

Scarlet cheeks and golden 

Promise  

Sing sweet, the pretty birds

Rejoice, the last Nasturtium

Clutch the hem of life with us

Cling until the final 

Brilliant gasp

Sara Mathews     October 2019

Nasturtiums/Odilon Redon