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A view of a forest changing color in October.

We leave ourselves back
and take ourselves forward, too —
leaf, bud, souls intact.

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A red climbing rose.

Roses stop climbing —
they confide in me about
their October grief.

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An Eastern bumbleebee turning from a cosmos flower in seeming agitation.

The bee gets angry,
I’m here photographing him,
trying to get through.

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Bright green lichen rings on the trunk of a tree.

Lichen wreathes the tree —
specked lime green in October,
up and down the trunk.

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A waning crescent moon in a blue sky at sunrise surrounded by mottled clouds, three jet trails, and orange clouds colored by the sun about to rise.

Waning crescent moon,
oblivious to sunrise,
jet trails, small worries.

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Canadian geese preen among lily pads late in the afternoon of an October day on a small inland lake surrounded by forest.

Geese gather and preen
among the green lily pads
of Third Sister Lake.

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The night sky with clouds and stars.

The stars mix with clouds,
it’s late, my dog and I walk,
both feeling the dark.

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A ginkgo tree fruiting in October.

The ginkgo has fruit,
turned yellow before the leaf,
here long after us.

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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.