Autumn's Epilogue

Sky like chamomile.

Steeping shadows, crippling leaves.

The Sun's dream's begun.

Time Flying

Bedsheets breathing on

the laundry line. I watch the

moments lift and fall.

Multitasking

the one who juggles

will forget himself among

many falling things

Saturday Morning

Like a breathing stone,

I watch the birds dance for seeds.

We do what we must.

Autumn

Sun's ember flickers;

frost will kiss the patient trees,

set them all to fire

Venus Transit

Goddess of love makes

a pass at her sun. He knows

it’s not about him.

Martian Dust Devil

A dusty whisper

lifts like a ghost and crosses.

A breath without life