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Sunlight sparkles on top of the current of a river in October.

Sunlight seeps into
the soft bed of the river —
we could lie in it.

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Dried brown meadow with flowerheads turned to seed in it.

October stillness —
crickets, cicadas quiet,
meadow turned to seed.

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A bumblebee at the center of a white Cosmos flower.

Tall cosmos from seeds
I gave my mother in spring,
now fall, for the bee.

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Morning sky before sunrise with blue skies between deep pink clouds above and orange and yellow clouds below.

Sky over highway,
clouds solemn as a Rothko —
joyous and humble.

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A handsome black and white dog happily walking outside in early October.

I’ll take a good day,
strong and walking — recovered —
October’s warm sun.

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A full moon appearing behind dramatic layers of night clouds in early October.

The urge to give up,
and then the sky does this —
and I crawl back out.

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A full supermoon in early October.

The night air still warm
under the fullest full moon —
we’re weary down here.

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The pre-dawn sky a light steely blue with gray clouds floating.

The sky, not yet blue,
I think I know about loss —
but of course, I don’t

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Old field asters bloom in early October.

Old field asters bloom,
fresh gold faces in autumn
for winding-down bees.

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The sun getting low in a blustery looking sky with grasses and cattail leaves blowing in the foreground in early October.

The sky like a sail
over the green cattail pond,
each blowing apart.

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An eastern bumblebee feeds on panicled asters in early October.

Intent bumblebee —
unaware of his soft stripes,
impossible wings.

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A milkweed husk broken open to show seeds against a dark field in early October.

In the darkened field,
the milkweed husk breaks open,
all the souls intact.

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A large pink begonia bloom on a wall in late summer.

A blooming wall, thick
with begonia and coleus
just starting to fade.

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A cabbage white butterfly about to land on a pink zinnia in September.

If this isn’t nice...
at the garden by the woods,
Mr. Vonnegut.

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A large white cloud with dark blue sky and stars above it.

Grief is its own thing,
it shoulders out a clear mind,
shortens every breath.

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A large white cloud with dark blue sky and stars above it.

Sharp clouds moving in,
we’re casual under stars,
this September night.

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A dry thistle flower head in September.

Along the deer path,
next to the pond full of fish,
stars fall to the ground.

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Milkweed seeds loose in the husk in September.

Milkweed gone to seed —
like soft exclamation points
they mark beginnings.