autumn trail
cub scouts stomping
over the footbridge

shortening days
the neighbour’s dog
welcomes me home

harvest moon
I find you dancing
with the scarecrows

Milky Way
the crunch of glass
along the bike path

harvest moon
when will the stray dog
find its home?

new coolness —
a bird flies toward
a hole in the clouds

disappearing sun —
the first bubble
in the pasta sauce

the old shoes
on my feet . . .
a path in the dark

this Halloween,
children born since
9/11

evening wind
everything in motion
but the moon