October 9, 2019

where the rain lands
air hangs heavy on shoulders
remnants of silence

October 2, 2019

covering morning gray
the air holds a smoky kiss
rusting leaves hang on

as each day breaks
our hearts need a beginning
branches fill with song

house crickets count down
each sycamore’s final breaths
red sun on fire

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

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