harder to walk away
than not…
falling leaves moon
--Tony Williams
moan and wail of wind
scrape and shiver of dry leaves
silent moon above
--Katherine Quevedo
blood moon
leafless canopy
banshees cry
--Maria DePaul
midnight
the bare branches balance
the autumn moon
--Minal Sarosh
first frost moon
the last look
in her eyes
--C. X. Turner
Night Heron
in the brackish, briny edge
of the tidal channel
under the waning light of a quarter moon
a black-crowned night heron
on yellow legs
under tucked gray wings
stands on driftwood
waits for a fish
or a frog
there’s a splash
for an instant, he holds a mantis shrimp
in his thick black beak
dawn comes
with the chill
of autumn fog
and he disappears
the steady beat of wings
all that’s left
--Andrea Wyatt
Lamentation
Screech
owl
calls twice.
His keening?
My wild call farewell,
my final vibrato of loss.
Screech
owl
calls twice.
His keening?
My wild call farewell,
my final vibrato of loss.
--Karla Linn Merrifield
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