sundown —
the sound as he scrapes
mud from his boots

late afternoon light
through the window blinds —
a drift of leaves

evening cricket
squash vines disappearing
into other beds

Halloween —
catfish bob
for ripe persimmons

hazy harvest moon
the face I met
when our skin was smooth

mackerel sky
a concord grape bursts
between my teeth

she leaves
the gate open
Indian Summer

autumn dusk
a man standing too long
on the street corner

moonlit night
through the storm door
the raccoon’s face

falling leaves
I whisper my secrets
to an old photo