November 6, 2018

echoes of fog
leftover leaves barely breathe
late afternoon’s rest

October 24, 2018

on the side of yellow
Pacific dogwoods catch fire
smoke’s signals whisper

like days from the fall
the air holds a smoky kiss
standing trunks of oak

crisp apple pie mornings
lying undercover
I roll over

organic-apples

sunlit center
leaves refuse to color
inside the lines

autumn forgiveness
fallen leaves fade into warmth
home provides refuge

immobile objects
imaginations waiting
Sunday afternoon