Autumn Notes

~~Lyra Fenelle, 26 May 2025

By the rainforest, a steep slope—

wheels crush soggy maple leaves.

An old house hides deep in the woods,

peeling red paint, slanting steps,

smoke curls up from a tin chimney.

Around the bend, a quiet shore:

shells crunch underfoot,

driftwood lines tidemarks,

occasional gull cries

deepening autumn's chill.

I capture swirling red leaves,

then step into the warm Italian diner.

A silver fork gleams in pasta steam,

your eyes hold a gentle glow.

Damp autumn clings to everything,

but here it's dry and warm.

Thank you for your smile,

catching all my unspoken words.