Stephen Fuller *** Poetry, Essays

Archive for ‘October, 2021’

Now that Light

Has moved to shine on others’ hemispheres I look into nightSeeing the ghosts that sneak a lookAt me from behind treesLike a radiant glow you cannot…

Window‘s Open

Transitional seasonsAre thoseThe windows can be left openTo let air in,The cool enough, warm enough air,Air that carries the sounds of night:Crickets, croaks, coons and coyotes.Coyotes:…