Senryu for Autumn’s Hills, 2014
I.
The drone of demands
Briefly switched with hushed stillness
As leaves fall like snow
II.
Horns, sirens, red lights
Renounced for crimson-dappled
Pine needle footpaths
III.
Here, silence is found
Not in lack of sound, but in
Raindrops on crisp leaves.
IV.
Crickets and songbirds
Harmonize with the tall pines,
Singing as they sway.
V.
Cabin-bound evening
As fierce autumn storms descend,
But can’t dampen joy.
VI.
Unseasonal warmth
Gives way to plummeting temps.
Two hearts find kindling.
VII.
Sizzling bacon
Crackling fire in the hearth
Savoring morning
VIII.
In vain, camera’s eye
Tries to mimic that which is
Creator-endowed
IX.
Sun warms exposed skin
As chilled air caresses same.
Season of wonder.
X.
Grateful for God’s gifts
As autumn’s palette fades, and
Our road now leads home


