APPLE TEA WALK

APPLE TEA
AND THIS WHITE PACKARD CUP
ARE WARM
AS I
WRAPPED IN A SPIRIT BLANKET
OF GRAY DECEMBER MIST
FEEL MY GRAVEL PATH
THROUGH TATTERED SUMMER MOCCASINS
DRY SAGE GRASS
AND GOLDENROD
SURROUNDING
REACHING CHRISTMAS THOUGHTS
LIKE CHILDREN'S REINDEER DREAMS
INTO A DAMP OBSCURITY
I TURN
AND FIND MY HOUSE
HAS DISAPPEARED