Fall

We walk the worn paths
Of an unexplored landscape
The first of many

a box turtle’s shell
barely breaking the surface
gently making waves

Final autum leaves
Serenely drifting downward
Seasoning the earth

In a basement bar
Listening to live music
With my lovely wife

The voice of autumn
Whispers from the swirl of leaves
Carried on the breeze

The short light of dawn
Illuminating strangers
Waiting for the train