apple picking
each year with children
now just we two
I gather the fruit
as I gathered memories
the brilliance of fall
coupled with shorter days
gives me pause
this certainty I accept,
yet I long to dally
a new month
the advance of autumn
proceedes quickly
morning frost on bare trees
and sweaters out of mothballs
Lyrical Passion Poetry, 11/2017
Tanka Anthology, 2015
Presence, winter 2015
