Nice work here all around!
My first attempt at hendecasyllables
. 11 syllables per line, 11 lines (just something quirky I thought of to compliment the form).
Indian summer spreads violent orange rays
on the calm, bright, golden tapestry of fall.
I think of warmth and comfort in the waning
hours of a life, and the resurrection,
come summertime, with all the flowers in full bloom,
the rose the bride, the briar always the groom.
We walk along a garden path fraught with thorns,
treading silent through the bramble and the bush,
the scars invisible, unnoticed, ignored,
passed over, absorbed, sent running, now spreading
ivy seeds, to crawl over the walls of love.