Tag: autum

  • Ghost Lands

    Ghost Lands

    A hazy autumn sun stretches over the horizon Teasing burnt sienna across a misty lowland From the backseat sleepiness breaks our silence As my baby asks, “Mama what’s floating about the water?” When I look, mindful of the traffic ahead of me, Foggy plumes sift through vermillion maple leaves. Before I respond, her whisper drifts…