It's Good to Be Home

Moths flicker inside;
Noon shadows fall on brown leaves.
It's good to be home.










Yellow leaf cluster
Hangs as if it is alive.
Who is it fooling?

Trees shedding their leaves;
Crow sits on top of bare tree
Naked as the sky.

Tapping of dry leaves;
Wet rustle of running stream;
Call of a lone bird.

Last summer's soccer--
Dry leaves cover the goal base.
What is the score now?












It is by this road
Where they will spread my ashes
So they fall like leaves.


Sunlight through the leaves
Brings them to life once again
With a yellow glow.












Small pale blue flowers
Rise on a mound of dead leaves.
Breeze lifts and then falls.