“Autumn Walk,” New Era, Aug. 1981, 27
Autumn Walk
In the gutter, dead leaves rustle
in quiet rhythm to
A piano-piece splashing
in my mind
As birds wing soundless in the
night air above
The walk is taken slow
across the shadowed park
The crisp,
crystal dew grass
is broken beneath my feet
As Autumn breathes hoarfrost on my
hands and face.
Reaching up, I am a stripped poplar
that can almost touch
The un-numbered patterns of
faint-heart stars
Photo by Niel Parry
Photo by Elaine M. Woodhall