The winds of autumn rise but do not divert

the sun steady everywhere.


I want to pick apples and bake apple pie

and make a fire in the evening.


The cereal tree at the corner is shedding its Coco-Pops,

tiny button acorns with a crusty chocolate complexion.


Autumn’s the best time for me.

It’s the walnut season now – we’ve missed it again.


The high flights pass under the clouds

needle and soundless thread of silver-white.