in Autumn
A month ago, then,
these ferns sparkled vermillion
creating to me, rainforest.
and there, too stand the tree
trunks uprooted.
Dinosaur legs, I look and imagine a brachiosaur
mid-step, across this trail.
here, a mile from my house,
imagination freezes in time.
It is autumn now, when
ferns crunch gold,
waves in an ocean hit by sun,
of felled leaves.
Dinosaurs seem now to tumble,
become extinct
as season changes.
I hope they will revive again, also.