Thirst no more He said
for my cup is always full
and then I knew peace

tongue-tied and awkward
I retreat to bountious
shelves of cotton cloth

resting on a log
he's waiting for Halloween
intricate spider

gnarled, brittle, growing
on a dead trunk, but what is
its purpose? What's mine?

perched like a parrot
on a thick branch, magnolia
pods burst at the seams

furry wild critter
scavenging at dark, looking
for meatloaf, maybe

humidity gone,
winter's bite still weeks away
fall is best of all