Under the Shadows
under the shadows of tall pines my footsteps soften to a whisper
expired milk what else have I forgotten
road construction a new bridge where the sycamore fell
election fears the pumpkin's grin looking more and more ominous
halloween decorations I borrow the witch's broom
old reading glasses the red marks on my nose have gotten deeper
uneven lines of handwriting except for this square of sunlight
farmer's market the glow of sunlit apples
