wind
howling
on the steps
holding steadfast
a choir of pumpkins
wind
howling
on the steps
holding steadfast
a choir of pumpkins
crimson royalty
each crown down around their neck
sudden autumn wind
rigid reds and yellows
the rhythm of my footsteps
a jazz-drum brush
pumpkin spice sky
the chatter collapses
as i pass the hedge
the earth still loose
over her head
i plant daffodils
they don’t look like much
this sack of to-be tulips
in the morning dew
twilight in the trees
just enough
to watch a falling leaf
* Originally appearing in The Heron’s Nest, December, 2013
stretching to reach
a morning apple
my lantern sways
writing by David
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