“Another November”

weightless in blue haze

Another November 


Snow in slow streaks
animates
a skeletal tree.

Quiet enough now
to hear 
the heavy flakes

landing
on a pile of leaves.


*


Into a vortex
of dead leaves — 
vivid red 
and yellow —
the day evaporates.


*

On the other side 
of an impassable patch
of woods cut through by 
a creek, I see a steeple 
and the cross caught up in fog.


*


A patch of moss
on a stone wall
like a lantern lit 
with the last light.


*

At empire’s end, I
watch sparrows
rip apart the bread
thrown across a lawn.


*


In and out of sight 

the mountain 
weightless in blue haze.