Trickles Of Autumn Poem by Kay Bressner

Behind veils of 20 foot vines
and angled branches of tall pines

Small jade beads are blossoming into pale lavender florets
giving birth to astonishing fruit in violet

I have seen the first beautyberries grace these woods
providing for the songbirds their food

While the golden silk spiders weave wide webs
aloft in the sunshine of late September.

Amongst chirping trees, swamp ferns are thriving;
Ruddy Daggerwings everywhere celebrating

Perhaps signaling with code of wings
Autumn is arriving.

Similar say the cypress cones, pale green round;
red berries and shiny leaves of wild coffee plants abound.

Some beings have built a nest
where the view of Primrose Willow is best

By the wild lantana and yellow pond apples;
my heart, grown ever fonder from absence

My soul reunites here like one who is famished,
as intensity of tropic summer kept me banished.


Even the roots of fallen trees
exude a certain divine beauty;
ecstasy.