college photos
out of the shoe box
a dry apple core

fall leaves
he tells me
I’ve changed

autumn sun
I follow the shadow
with the limp

approaching winter
the fragrance of herbs
under sweet straw

autumn mist
the honey locust
holding light

sweet grapes
the conversation passes
between friends

shortening flames
from the blacksmith’s coals
autumn sun

autumn’s scent
in the pile of leaves . . .
I take the dare

bumper crop . . .
the pecan tree’s shadow
stippled in shells

late night —
a waitress repeats
the list of pies