late night clouds —

the stars move slowly away

from where we left them

all along the road

slowly ground down to flour —

this year’s acorns

wondering why

we can’t just leave him alone —

teenager’s lament

this evening's windfall —

as the temperature drops

you reach for my hand

fishing around

in the sock drawer —

winter work

stuck windows —

we practice

asking for help

inviting

a fairy princess

to take una mas

remembering

when the pumpkin patch

seemed endless

heading to bed

I think of the skunks

starting their day