On Halloween night
discarded candy wrappers
skitter down the street.
On Halloween night
discarded candy wrappers
skitter down the street.
Monthly Archives: October 2023
On Halloween night
discarded candy wrappers
skitter down the street.
Eager for daybreak,
I light a small, white candle
to shrink the darkness.
Brittle, broken, bent—
the sunflowers fade away
after a hard frost.
Behind a tall pine
the hunter’s moon hides itself,
then springs up at dusk.
Under my footsteps
dry leaves crumble into dust—
autumn loneliness.
Waxing gibbous moon,
you spill into the river
on this autumn night.
Harvested by hand,
the red grapes on my table
come from distant vines.
Autumn pilgrimage—
the mountain path I’m seeking
has not yet been mapped.
Autumn afternoon—
the old chair on which I sit
weighs my opinion.
The autumn mountains
send me cryptic messages
that I cannot read.
Mark M. Redfearn 