I have seen you in your sweaters, in the late night sun at Winnipeg

Embers crackling
in random piles
while
leaves pull balancing acts
on the chilled wind
of November
Jack'o'lanters abandonned
to sink and collapse
into the cold ground
far away from fresh cut
cords of wood
to keep us warm through winter.
The fog lays like blankets
layered
on the road
surrounding the deer
feeding in fields
That harvest moon
glows more brightly
than Autumn's before.