Last days of autumn—
 
some leaves cling to their greenness,
 
despite the hard frosts.

 
 
 

Rainy afternoon—
 
my cat and her black kitten
 
sleep in the kitchen.

 
 
 

On a city street,
 
oak leaves whirling in the wind
 
make me want to dance.

 
 
 

Early morning rain—
 
more leaves fall from the plum tree,
 
littering the lawn.

 
 
 

Sunday morning rain—
 
the left wing of the blackbird
 
quivers with each drop.

 
 
 

First week in Advent—
 
a cricket in my closet
 
chimes a prophecy.

 
 
 

Last days of autumn—
 
the fence around my garden
 
keeps shedding its paint.