Autumn Light      

Ear phones,

baby carriages,

dogs,

Nutall’s tapping,

people

talking,

running,

walking,

biking.

Black top pavement

grayed

from wind

and dust.

Trees:  gold,

red, orange.

And I, walk

alone,

intent

on crunching

leaves.

Autumn light

hurts my eyes.

By Karen Laslo 11/8/14