Reaching

Autumn out there now

Yellow leaves and brown underfoot

Whirligigs from the maples

Floating across the red rooftop 

To where we sat on the patio

Stunned by sky

A bit of homeostasis for no

Real reason whatsoever. 

Not much else matters. 

Moon

There's a light in the sky

Tonight 

Harvest moon,

Gold enough, harrowing silver

I never thought which way 

Or how often the moon

Rises before she claims western nights

But she arrives, on her schedule

And for this moon, tonight, I'm watching 

Her traverse south, from her low

Eastern perch, in the cornfield 

Across the road 

And but for the clouds now, 

I may watch how heaven changes

Into the western 

Morning. 

I think

If I am wakeful, I'll see

Her slip away as sun comes up,

That slip of light 

Abiding.