__ As the days grow short, "short-day rivers" float these travelers, toward their unknown. 

red leaves
find their path to the sea
travelers

__ What happened long ago,  may now become a more savory memory.  _m

time's still
brews tomorrow's memory
a scent of wine 

__ As seasons change, sitting in a warm and sunny breeze.  Just a thought.

ten of hearts
lost in the fallen leaves
solitaire  

__ A minor rewrite of my comment at Adelaide's good blog, White Petals.

Dirty,
as fingernails
scrape room for these new seeds,
fresh blooms give rise to our new gifts;
blossoms.