autumn evening
a hedgehog scurries
over cobblestones

twilight lingers . . .
from the wrecking yard
flash of a blowtorch

coming home
on the train
. . . the backyards

crisp air
the sound of an ax
across the lake

autumn afternoon –
the bride leans
into the wind

autumn mist –
the parking meter
in a black plastic bag

down the train's long aisle
everyone else asleep
prairie flatness

a skimming stone
makes the mountains wobble –
autumn chill

first frost
on the window ledge –
the tea kettle's whistle

harvest moon
the groom inhales helium
from a white balloon