ocean fog
the mumble of eiders
gathered offshore

apple-picking day
the faded pattern
of Grandma’s blouse

All Souls’ Day
a child tries to catch
the falling leaves

near dark —
the grand hotel drips
long after the rain

long winter —
prayer bundles sway
in the cedars

foggy morning —
tipping his hat
to the scarecrow

autumn dusk
a girl with pigtails milking
the black angus

wind and rain
the candle’s smoky flicker
as we speak of ghosts

a solitary night
this quiet communion
with fireplace flames

field of gravestones
not one tree to block
the sweeping wind