The green world breathes
the last of summer’s softness,
while the souls of winter
are lost in warmth.
Tall grass spires
frame the garden’s closing,
while from below the ancients
tremble earth’s stone pillars,
opening rune-carved doors
to autumn’s descent.

photograph by Louis MacKenzie
Reading of “Open Doors” with music by Tom Waits.
Don — Beautiful! Autumn is my favorite season. But I do love all of them.