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

strands of silver
weave yesterday’s promises
the morning chill fades

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

time is a mirror
the wind has turned away
from light’s first look

footsteps awaken
hummingbird hibernation
no rhyme or reason