Autumn

now is the autumn
(for summer is now over)
of my great content

late summer

too hot September
I was told there would be chill
in the air today

sisyphus

wind chill in your face
light snow all day collecting
after shoveling.

tenebrae

nine then five psalms
fourteen candles extinguished 
last candle hidden

the haikus

technical conference
techno babble maxima
preaching to the choir

convention center
cavernous, dated decor
sparse, quiet groupings

the mind wanders off
from the second basement trap

to outside, summer

held my ear

a rested moment
sunday night adagio
for strings held my ear

faith

trusting in belief
he threw open the windows
john the twenty third