Fall 9

left my tea outside
the cup is cracked
inside, a solid cylinder

Fall 8

tea is brewing, steaming
guitar leans against the chair
dog settles in beside the fire

Fall 7

outside grey clouds swirl
the first snow piles
on the window sill

Fall 6

sun's is going down
as I head to my jeep
crows gather and fly
most I've ever seen
silent flight over the empty field

Fall 5

layer the coats
pull the zipper tight
dog takes this moment
to sniff the pumpkin shell
so bright on the curb