Not to be outdone / the other side of the yard / is now in full bloom.

When he had the blues / he found solace in painting / now his palette's changed.

Three dusty brushes / left by the happy artist / without need to paint.

Between evergreens / the apple tree out of view / secretly blossomed.

A choice at the end / whether to let go of life / or linger longer.

So thankful / I can choose what I'm / thankful for.

Late autumn reveals / the summer kite whose journey / ended in a tree.

The infinite tones / of a cloudless sky at dusk / dissolve into dark.

Flip lever / fill oval, make choice / feel power.

Found by hands that bled / the rosebush that hid behind / tall grass for a while.

Warm September rain / quenching garden's ebbing thirst / at season's ending.

His soul looking down / saw the shell it left behind / finally empty.