The
park is shedding
its
tree debris--
nuts
and leaves,
twigs
and seeds,
crunching
under
our
feet.
Sky
keeps sweeping
the
sun away
under
its endless
tarp
of gray.
But
around the bend,
in
a low swath
of grass,
sea-lavender
crocus
stand—
so sweetening
Autumn’s
big plans.
