Reflections on a Cool, Autumn Morning

Slivers of grass beaded with mini dew drops,
Which, from afar, fool the eye with feathery whiteness.

Sunlight glinting off the water's surface and filtering through leaves,
turning them lemony yellow, chartreuse.

New discovery: a red, star-shaped and scaly pod reveals its orange fruit,
a bird's snack or the beginning of some mighty tree.

Mist silently rolls across a lake,

The woodpecker drills rat-a-tat-tat for her meal.

Otherwordly fungi, some umbrella-like, some as fingers
reaching up from the moist earth.

White wildflower, smaller than a pencil eraser, precisely dotted with yellow.

My prodigal sons and daughters, hear us, see us!
Leave your self-contained towers, your digital distractions,
Surrender your forgetful and broken hearts.

Hear us, see us! Lay down those illusions of your own design.
Be filled to bursting--and remember.