autumn dusk

as leaves turn
to autumn rust

my white roses bloom 
where once the soil was arid

extinct of fallen green apples  
(now) i hear buzzing bees, wild rabbits 

& flight of geese  
i watch as wrinkled sky quickly turns, 

swallows amber light, 
hungry as coyote

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Linda Lee Lyberg.  The word to be included for this 44 post is Extinction. Thanks for the visit.

Note:  I actually saw a pair of coyotes in the common park. The community is aware of this and all the signs are up to be careful with walking early morning or at night especially with pets.    This is the reality of urban living now, co-existing with these wild creatures peacefully.