popping plastic
a car veers to the gutter
drifts of tired leaves

cold bright autumn day -
the last leaves float to the ground
like lost promises

old stones, weathered smooth
a deep bed of pine needles
guarded by angels

leaves shiver, cling
against the thinly-veiled moon
you are gone

raking new leaves
over the same ground -
therapy session

prep for winter
auto emission repair
a mere two twnty five dollars

rain drums on the roof
of a tin bus shelter
John loves Peter

Autumn dark
stiff by night frost
inflorescence

vapor trails criss-cross the sky --
celestial navigotors
and here am I stuck on earth