At first a light glow-
Sun is playing hard to get;
And then soft grayness.
A quiet whiteness
Laying across my front lawn
Cradles the brown leaves.
A line of pine cones
Guarding the edge of the road
Against intruders.
Why does Mabel bark?
Wave her tail at everything
As long as it moves?
The standing dead tree
Nurtures the vibrant green vines
That twine around it.
What has Ghost eaten?
He's left his two calling cards
At edge of the road.
Solitary moth
Braving the wind and the cold
Flutters towards nowhere.
A peaked witch's hat
Now on the groaning mailbox.
What holiday's next?
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