heat lightning
the skull of a deer
in the tall grass

a cloud of dust
behind the tractor . . .
harvest moon rising

evening shadows
white egrets fold
into their tree

barn for sale —
between the rafters
a wedge of moon

historic cabin
we nibble windfall apples
on the rotten porch

All Souls’ . . .
a wasp returns
to the lintel

autumn dusk —
the hill gradually slopes
toward city din

scent of windfalls —
the whisper
of solitaire cards

old armchair . . .
its weight
this autumn night

fall night heavens . . .
the sound of our bath
draining