Good for One Autumn Day

I’ve decided this poem can
carry on without the moon,
without the romance of a
heart breaking, without
a misty morning walk.

There will be no winter
storms, no spring rains, no
honey bees herein. And if I
had my way there would be
no explaining, just the beauty

of a blank page, not from
sloth or ennui. It’s just that,
as night pauses here to hide
the shovel where we put it
and to manhandle the leaves

into a corner of the porch,
I thought maybe you’d had
enough of nature, too. But
should you feel in need,
here’s a crisp, blue sky. (Good
for one autumn day. Restrictions
may apply.)