Autumn

Drenched earth
Evaporating in the autumnal morning sun
Releasing the pervasive pungent scent
Of decomposing pine needles

Dampness

suspended
at the tips of the pine needles
acrid tears

Shortcomings

Judging each other
by our own
mismeasurements

Reflection

Rain slick streets
Shimmering stillness

Darkness

Only the bells sound
through the fog padded silence
after four AM