FALL SHADOWS

Fall shadows sway
as a witness to wake me up
to my glancing kisses
over apples and honey cake
with a cup of wine
as squirrels rise on trees
by my ivy covered veranda
as I listen to a Bach cantata
at a friend's house
soon a Woody Allen movie
taped for me
will appear on the screen
as thrushes and black birds
seem lost at the edge
of the sea
we're wondering who will
win the last
of the baseball games.