Inner Woman Volume 2

The sun rose

a brilliant explosion

of pink, gold and red

easing over the horizon

as I got out of bed

out the the window

at ground level

the dew sparkled with

a million prisms of

rainbow hue

The hedge was crimson

now only a few green

leaves resist

The trees are golden,

with a few deep scarlet

and the orange of

pumpkin orbs sat right

outside

Asters,

white, purple and pink

dotted the path from

door to garage

Chrysanthemums

what a word,

a spelling bee killer

with their daisy like

hues in bronze, gold,

violet, almost blue,

Climbing the stairs,

I pulled the sliding door,

In came the cat,

a rush of cold air

And at the stove

with her slippers and socks,

mom in her pj’s

stirred the oatmeal pot

The first month of school

was almost over

I know as the days

grows shorter,

pick and preserve

we gather the harvest

like the industrious ants

I’ve been taught to survive

although I wish to be

the grasshopper, today

to play in the crisp color

of clean morning air.