What have we become

grand capitalists of greed

destroying oceans

Shapeshifters soar through

the thinning veil of autumn

Make sure you say ‘hi”

Breakfasting sparrows

scatter like shattering glass

at the cat’s approach

Crow on a red light

silhouetted in cloud glow

like a stone gargoyle

Vibrant leaves falling
portend popsicle toes of
winter’s chill advance

Santa Ana winds

roar through sleepy locked-down towns

lions of autumn

Women in power

thanks to badass warriors

include red ingrates

Litter of blue masks

dropped like dying autumn leaves

blowing in the wind

Fall’s sun-eating gloom

darkens Saturday’s playground

lazying our bones

Twisting out of it

when it traps like human hands

that won’t feel a thing