September

Blushing leaves pluck from

branches, flirting after their

shadows. Fall, in love.

Dusk at Cambria

Young sun tucks little
ones in stone for a long night.
Sleep tight, trilobite

Fall Leaves

Leaves of paper float
beneath a forgetful sun.

White nights are coming.

Centered Sol

She steals my light and
tosses tides, but she'll always
be my sister moon.

Rooted

Like fruit from an oak, 

we grow by the sepia-

soaked rings of our past

Winter, 4:57

Half-starving moon hangs, 

caught in the blackened amber. 

January’s prize.