i.

The year's first falling
leaf against his nose:
does my dog think back
to the Autumn before?
He must, for he is so happy.

                  ii.

It is so obvious to me:
this tall pile of leaves
belongs to the wind, not
to my red rake and black
plastic bag flapping (empty)
at my feet.

                 iii.

A boy (and his dog) in
the woods, walking on leaves
as thick as memories;
so glad to be alive
although not yet knowing
(what that means).