a wasp nest
out of reach of the hose
autumn begins

filigreed moon
the soft edges
of her lingerie

morning fog
the music
between headlines

the deep hues
of worn ricing sticks
Ojibwe harvest

farm stand —
a pie in each basket
of apples

early evening
I wait for sunset
to touch the birches

between the toes
of two lovers —
the moon

fall morning
marsh mud glistens
in the rowboat

prairie sunshine
a tiny flower
with an Indian name

autumn evening
the clink of carnival rings
on empty bottles