matt and izz,
rushing up the hill
leaving the city behind
like a forgotten dream...
weekend at guga's and pappy's.
jubilant, meeting benjie,
their dearest friend.
enjoying autumn's first saturday...
matt and izz,
my grandchildren.

gathering sweet pears
from our little backyard tree
harvest moon rising

napping in my arms
rhythmically breaths
my daughter's daughter

flock of little birds
from the old mulberry tree
gracefully flies down
not unlike the soon to fall
melancholic autumn leaves