on the edge of autumn

 it's colder

and we have to light the furnace

if only to take the edge off the cold.

i hate doing this.

but this year it's remarkably late in coming,

 we're on the edge

and soon the birds will be gluttons

stripping berries and grapes.

here at home.

 and over at the new place i'm also calling home

 i went walking over west

toward the gorge

made by rocky ridge and trout lake drainage

and found a microworld to squint my evening-strained eyes.

mosses and lichens inhabit this small zone

little red caps always please me

 where did the small waterfall go?

the gorge?

 such a dry summer and fall so far

that i came right into the streambed before i noticed

i was in the gorge

but there was no water music.

water barely moving at all.

 this is so strange.

i could easily step across

when normally, well i've thought of building a coracle

or, more likely, buying a wee kayak

just to get out on the pond. 

where's that pond?

 so i found a gift of rosiness

 the thing just would not stay still

as the night wind blew up

 the next day i found bounty for printing,

and had grand results.

autumnal equinox.