Fall

draped across the yard
a patchwork of autumn leaves
quilted by the wind

november air-
bronzed oak leaves
litter the ground

Trains

down along the tracks-
in the distance the fog glows
with a passing train

a waiting owl-
the train echos
through the hollow

Devotion

black leather collar
tight around my neck lying
prostrate at your feet

cold stone-
village pews
stand empty

Drift

cold morning sunlight-
fruit wood smoke gently rises
from the stone chimney

Not yet risen-
the scent of kona
from the kitchen

Peace

the telephone rings-
it seems you and I still have
unfinished business

woolen socks and
warm apple cider-
my phone in a drawer

Pittsburgh

just another day
thoughts and prayers for the dead while
no one does a thing

a quiet morning-
evil flourishes
in the silence

Agitation

open before me
the pages of my journal
blank and foreboding

onshore winds-
sand and shells
in the roiling surf

Luna

the full predawn moon
resting above the changing
autumn canopy

evening chill-
the moon dressed
in alabaster

Abed

october morning-
even the sun seems to feel
like staying in bed

flannel sheets-
somewhere in the house
an open window

Fall

an autumn sunset-
the shadow of a goshawk
long on the meadow

oak leaves-
slipping below
a covered bridge