twilight
the rough ends
of two-by-fours

peach juice
from chin to sink
summer’s end

his stubble
in my sink
morning rain

birch seeds tumble
from the laundry bin —
end of the day

leaf smoke
the tart crunch
of an apple

a lovers’ moon —
she tosses her bra
out of the hayloft

rolling thunder
the gentle vibration
of unused crystal

end of summer
a flat tire
on the wheelbarrow

in the notes
of the sax
autumn rain

fields plowed —
sunflower seeds
packed in cellophane