Open Still

Lover on
my mind,

like a soft rain,
like a mist,

the one that settles
over me now.

Cool night
and the open

window, candle
on the sill.

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Retrievers in Autumn Haiku

Shirt full of sun golds,
and Frankie eats blackberries
off of the last vine.

Eight loaves of bread from
one behemoth zucchini.
Beat it, slug posse.

September’s end, taste
all things delicious on the
way to winter’s kiss.

Marcellina

The first time you saw her,
you had to lay down
your body beside
Marcellina.

She holds you inside
her dark folds and white blankets,
the mountain, she stands,
Marcellina.

And under the midnight
woven with stars,
a truck sleeps beneath
Marcellina.

It rains until morning
as mist wraps its legs
around a lake lost,
Marcellina.

And in the soft sunrise
before the first frost,
a canopy gold,
Marcellina.

And just when you tell her
your heart will not go,
she tells you the same,
Marcellina.