An Autumn Dance of Death

bees hive

Female worker bees are working long hours

gathering autumn nectar for the colony’s winter.

Like me, they’re storing carbohydrates and protein

for when they stay inside, although unlike

bees, I hope not to die there.


Autumn’s not colored foliage or apple picking.

For some, a harvesting or hunting Moon.

Acorns falling like a broken clock tick-tocking.

“Eulogy” in Greek means a “good word,”

quietly spoken for things and people gone.



Termination Dust


Photo of Denali by Tim Rains, National Park Service.


And suddenly, summer green becomes autumn orange.

Termination dust, that Alaskan high altitude snow

signals summer’s end. But not here. Now.

No mountaintops. Just lawns and fallen leaves.

No blueberries for bear’s dessert before hibernation.