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.

In the fall, the grass is white with fluffLittle "parachutey" stuff;And blowing in the wind, each blade a wand,A waving flag, like nature's hand Bids summer gone.