in and out of focus

i've never liked these dried up brown

giant ferns in autumn
till now-

 but i told myself to look

LOOK

and suddenly my world lit up 

 the papermill danced 

in searing descending sun

 leaving a wild

and peculiar

shadow on the maples 

 sunset behind a bank of clouds

that brought no rain

 and this odd mint, perhaps

(the hint a squared stem)

hugs goldenrod

 much of which

is passing or has seeded entirely

 a basswood seed

 and her propeller leaflet

 a sail for a small freight

payload of seeds

to please sophie.

and wendy looks my way

supper, perhaps, she's thinking
now, please.