Last Sunday morning
I placed in my athletic shoes orange laces
in the spirit of Halloween.

My dog took me for her walk down the Boulevard
where each of us was keen to see
the treasures that a new day brings.

Squirrels and birds carved pumpkins
to bizzare apparitions,
rivaling the jack-o-lanterns of human handiwork.

Golden treetops reflected the radiant sun.
A solitary bird of prey, like a silver-cross,
encircled the azure of a cloudless heaven.

Suddenly, the short broad tail feathers of this soaring hawk
became translucent. Briefly, a show of color-rust,
then Red-tail was off in search of a tasty treat.

2008
St. Louis