fallen apples . . .
the mare's warm breath
in my hand

All Hallow's Eve
the summer people's porch light
on all day

creeping fog
a little moonlight
crosses the river

geese overhead
the dog stops licking
to listen

door slammed–
her perfume lingers
in the frosty air

husking–
the band of white skin
where mother's ring was

a child's magician hat–
dust motes float
in the moonlit attic

autumn moon
the luminous whiskers
of a cat

willows
in river mist–
year's end

snowflakes whirl
in the headlights–
ghost stories