In places the road up is bare where winds
have swept clear the leaves. Up and out along
the wood's edge, pumpkins nestle into skewed
fodder shocks. Ahead, she cartwheels, legs pink

in the frost-tinged air. I stand, burning-faced
and powerless against this alien force
that pulls me into its whirling vortex
as might the wind a red leaf in its swirl.

She stops, beads of tiny crushed diamonds
glisten above her lips. "Do this." She juts
her pelvis outward, stares dreamy-eyed down.
In slow motion, she reaches down, squeezes

hard. Then quickly turning and bolting back
up the mountain road, she disappears.
From above, laughter as bright and chilling
as an assailant's arrows, sting, diminish.






Watch these pages for more poems by Rod.
In the meantime, click the links below for
poems and stories by our other authors.

Shot In The Dark

Leaves Of Fall

Man In The Moon

Alone In The House

Looking Forward To Halloween (Or Not)

Pumpkin Patch

The Children of the Night

And.......for many others, click the index image.

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