Soon the tree will appear in Rockefeller Center and old cronies that meet once a year will meet there once again. Maybe for the last time so frail and subjective is this life of ours.

Haiku.

A "whole language" poem.

Autumn song.

A poem about my favorite season.

A poem for a gloomy morning – One small glimmer of hope from a lonesome poppy.

Poem about the fall leaves.

A poem celebrating the fall season.

A fall drive.

A poem about the slow transition between summer and winter. Focuses mainly on Autumn.