SMALL POEMS| Autumn

 

hunters' moon
the dog pulls
at the leash

 

I sit in the autumn garden
wishing for a coat of feathers
like these sparrows

 

speckled bark
seven sparrows
on a single branch

 

at dawn
crows
flying into the moon

 

summer's end
lingers
in the white roses

 

autumn equinox --
under the bridge
a drifter's campfire

 

into
this quiet
a grasshopper

 

september night
waiting
for the moon

 

white begonia
spilling from the pot
into autumn

 

cedar waxwings reeling
too much berry wine

 

that moon
in a black sky
looking in my window

 

clear august morning

floating on the pond

one white feather