october and her
warm winds
blow more of leaves, chime songs,
and rich compost aromas.
blinding midmorning light blankets the scene,
so much so left jackets on the stairs
while Nancy picks up a fallen grey trash bin
out on Dunlap–man down!
october and her warm winds blowing in from the northeast,
blue sky, a chair rocks on its own
grey clouds hover, plastic red bird spins
(a broken arm accord)
work gloves rest on hay bales
crimson, gold, brown, green catching the eye
last season in a piled
symphony sustained.
PILE CASH 