all hallows' eve
i choose to dress
as a warrior
nothing left
but sunday morning
october storm
abandoned farm
walking into
the scent of you
firebreak
the
colorless
sound
from
the
other
side
the deep curve
of an old man's back
river grass
sunrise
and flowers blooming
on the table
daydream
a river ripples
through it
my footsteps
down to the bones
sweetgum balls
one way
or the other
autumn wind
just a squirrel
burying a pine seed
afternoon heat
calmed
by the riverbank
drifting wood
river twilight
a tiny crab touches
every shadow
after
the
storm
the
sameness
of
ashes
hunting season the maple's blood red
chainsaw
hearing the river flow
afterward
moonlight the owl waiting inside
one
tree
to
another
the
jeers
of
crows
windfall
the lotus there
all along
going home
corn fields take me
the crow's way
dark words thread
a herringbone sky
ravens passing
autumn twilight
the sky unsays
everything
acorn bones
the sound boots make
sliding downhill
tree rings
touching the year
of my birth
from mountains
pearled with dawn
sounds of crows
warm autumn breeze
nothing left of flowers
but their grace
where autumn flowers
become butterflies
the road taken
