whistling wind
the warm embrace
of a wingback chair
Ingrid Baluchi
autumn chill
the smell of wood ash
from a ring of stones
Nathalie Buckland
already autumn
I breathe the smell
of wet soil
Françoise Maurice
my must-have list
skipping across the street—
autumn wind
Lorin Ford
rent rise
a murmuration of starlings
in an autumn sky
Lorraine Haig
sandstone cliffs
somewhere across the valley
shrouded in mist
Ross Coward
Echidna Tracks 