The sun hums
a sphere song
rising south
along the horizon.

The winds cool,
greens lessen
& brittle,
leave the leaves

falling kites
to unseen strings.

eating pomegranates
on a hay ride
begins the harvest.

Holes are dug
to store food
to bury the dead,
both to seed
& sprout again.

& pranks
like prattling parrots
flap in the aviaries
of human skulls.

Image credit:Alice Popkorn

I have one book of poetry published in Tucson by Moon Pony Press in 2009 titled, The Certainty of Looking Elsewhere. My poetry has been published in numerous small presses including: Dark Horse, Gargoyle, 6ix, Tor House Newsletter, The Moth.