All Saints’ Day —
beams of a lighthouse
sweep through the rain

morning dew
I trace my son’s
      lifeline

autumn melancholy
she snaps a picture
of the flame-red zinnia

‘tis great to be alive!
how to say this
to the scarecrow?

harvest moon
the long pull
of faraway children

St. Francis’s Feast
a fly crawls across
the communion wafers

concession speech
the dog waits patiently
on the porch

Thanksgiving Mass
a shaky hand offers me
the chalice

Thanksgiving
the flower vendor
counts his roses

Thanksgiving
the two of us
and a salmon