gentle curves, mustard
sky, manipulating hues,
playing creator

it's reality
altered

in my backyard, the sun shines or the moon shines
in my backyard, it drizzles or the wind blows
in my backyard, it's just like a little park
only without all of the kids and swings and litter
in my backyard, the fireflies glow in the summer and the leaves glow in the fall
in my backyard I look way up at the trees
in my backyard I stand taller than I do
in my front yard because I'm not as brave and strong
out in the big world
as I am in private,
in my backyard

It's November, all
of my most favorite colors
blot the chilly sky

Master painter, art
teacher extraordinaire, He
fills my soul with hope

suspended in air,
suddenly aware of all
the people down there

black and furry up
in a tree, little black bears
posing wild and free

study the distance:
the light recedes, darker the
forefront, Skyline Drive!

Thanksgiving countdown!
gather recipes, freeze pies
shop, invite turkeys!

miracles abound
in the season of autumn
scarlet leaves ablaze

Thy will be done, Thy
will be done, Thy will be done,
Yours, not mine, amen.

crunching and munching
pumpkin seeds, satisfying
the most basic needs