no more petals

just these dark centers

full of seeds

the Big Dipper
right where we expected it —
starry comfort food

underfoot
the crunch of a fallen leaf —
so many more to come

stones washed in sadness
the words long since wiped away —
mourning our losses

overhead in the dark
fueled by remembered sunlight
birds flocking south

sweet summer night —
I want to pull down the moon
and give it to you

quiet streets —
emboldened foxes strolling
right down the middle

treating myself
to a nice long stroll
through baby pictures

blinking back at us
from darkened fields damp with fog —
the eyes of a fox