from Fragments of Light
Ragged stalks burr the dirt,
scraps fallen from tractors,
abandoned by hands that came
behind. Moonlight voids night,
floods the dusking field, hours
before bursting, ripe.
Spider spirals gather dew, thread
through asters and bedded morning
glories, wink at the moon, rival
the stars. Barns gorge with hay,
pumpkins spill onto dance floors.
An owl swivels its ruff,
last gasp of summer.