misty fall morning

squeaking bike in front of me

sounds like a bird’s call

bare trees, rainy skies

reddish-brown leaves on the ground

young toadstool breaks through

autumn rain and wind

juvenile wood pigeon

begging mom for food

sunrise on crisp day

clouds feathered by autumn wind

geese fly by in V’s

dark clouds drift away

water drips from heavy leaves

sounds like autumn’s rhythm