"Pause"

three short poems

Pause

Is this the season 
to sleep off disease,

bunker under 
a low frequency,

and write 
into the distance 
between shadows 

on leaf-calloused lawns?


*

First heard 
and then seen:
a bedraggled formation 
of geese  
palpitating south 
in a low-slung sky.


*

Late autumn mist, all
that penetrates: a porch light 
and church bells chiming.