On an autumn road
 
two strangers meet at twilight,
 
nod, and then move on.

 
 
 

September twilight—
 
the dog at my neighbor’s house
 
barks incessantly.

 
 
 

October twilight—
 
shrouded in thick mist, the crow
 
cannot find its tongue.

 
 
 

A siren shatters
 
the peaceful April twilight,
 
waking my old dog.

 

 
 
 

Into a cold stream
 
one oak leaf drops at twilight—
 
autumn solitude.

 
 
 

September twilight—
 
a door I cannot open
 
keeps me in the cold.

 
 
 

September twilight—
 
the postman skips my mailbox
 
but fills my neighbor’s.

 
 
 

In a grove of oaks
 
twilight settles like a cat
 
ready for a nap.

Silence

 
 
 

On an empty bench
 
silence settles at twilight
 
like a tired old cat.

Twilight

 
 
 

Midsummer twilight—
 
from a fading photograph
 
my father still smiles.