Loosened from the mud, I find myself floating in a world of possibility.

So can you.

Lion in the Sun

The sun shone one more time on
the accoutrements of the autumn garden
the lion sits, basking in the fading warmth of the sun's low angle

the cabbage unfurls layers and layers of purple flesh

taking one last bow, the skirts flared wide over the ground full of brown leaves.

The beauty of the autumn garden
lies beneath the discarded foliage of the neighborhood

and hanging in abundance on the vines,
awaiting the arrival of a great gang of birds
hungry and wanting.