tiny twirling yellow leaf
suspended in mid-air,

you bring me down
from
my tirade
about the all the ******* light
from the
neighborhood
houses.

when did so many
become so scared?
or just want to show off
the house
with stupid
landscape lighting?

leaving it on,
all night,
and all day.

3 deer stand up and leap off,
disturbed by our tromping,
bringing a smile to the eye.

walking along,
eyes cast down,
head looks up,
to find a still,
little deer,
looking back.

magical and sweet
chills rise up spine
and heart swells with
wonder.

just for a moment,
no artificial glare.