OCTOBER

one bare branch at the top of

a tree like a bare bone held out

to fool the gingerbread witch

or a crow’s perch, wings

folded closed

against the wind

and the call is heard

above the rusty leaves

below the sun’s rise,

the streak across the sky

and another bird lights upon another branch

leaved and shaken

by an early, eerie breath

© cmheuer, 2013