Autumn’s Gold

There is a gold

that heralds Death -

the aspen

tell me so.

Their quaking leaves

resound and laugh -

delight in haunting

us below.

The west winds 

join in warning:

A chill

is in the Air.

The time has come

 to cover

and for Winter

to prepare.

The Center Place

My heart is humming

with Love 

like the Ocean

within.