Blue sky reflectedIn warbled window glass;Leaves begin to turn Brown and orangeAgainst the old stone wallCold and bright day.

Fall flowers brighten the roadsideLike pieces of the summer's sky, Fallen in splashes dotted with sunshine.Encouraging us to face winter with joy;Proving that the common is beautifulThat beauty is all around us.

When the flowers of summerHave gone, Along the roadside I find PyracanthaReaching their red-berried branchesTo a deep blue skyIn gratitude for the coolCool days of autumnEucharistos -- thanksgiving.