Author: Brent

Golden leaves
A flock of morning sparrows
Colour has a sound

Seeing your breath
And the full moon’s light
Sparkling

Under the earth’s
Nighttime shadow
Rain on leaves

Run for the honey
And a few walks in between
Finish line smiling

Tallest golden tree
The first to catch
Autumn’s sun

Darkness fades
The red vines lit
By autumn fire

Sunrise
Two silent geese
Overhead

Dripping from branches
Cool against my skin
Last night’s rain

What is there to say
This particular morning
Wordless fog lingers

The night sky between
Jupiter and Saturn
Where the two will meet