caress the balloon
and bend it until it pops
the cool air goes down

caress the balloon
and bend it until it pops
the cool air goes down

first day of Autumn
planting the cabbage and kale
to soldier until...

call the moon a rock
all you cynics to romance
it still glows the dark

forgive not forget
especially the fork lift
with fruits of the pie

stolid Begonia
you will last thru November
why not be bright red?

so much empty space
and time prickly as cactus
yet the desert blooms

so small Petunias
so fickle about water
welcome anyway

sweet,young Marigolds
tough organic gardeners
feed you to the bugs

September
the dark is earlier, the nights longer
we will plant Mums selecting
the orange over the yellow
they better hide Autumn's decay
yet the sun still shines orange, yellow
the dying stars in white, orange, yellow and
in my heart I wish them all good night

let the stars get fat
let them gobble on your heart
then the songs will come

burnt banana sky
the sun will make you rosy
as it travels west