Autumnal Elegance

The green days of summer are gone,
but I feel no sadness for their passing.
Autumn has lavished my life with riches
for the eye and for the soul...
elegance that money cannot buy...
mine for a season.

Sneaky Snail

Little snail upon the leaf
Why do you eat my garden?
Why take the beauty like a thief
And make my soft heart harden?
Between you and the slugs, I fear
You've chewed up every morsel.
You do more harm than cow or deer,
Or any goat or horse'll.