Tree,
seeming to grow
out of air.
I am
seeing the park
this morning
through autumn eyes.
A thin coat
of ice over each individual
grass blade.
Many leaves
drop through
white air.
Autumn ears, also.
Chatter of magpies,
louder than usual.
A dog barks.
Pant legs shuffle.
Then silence.
I snap a photograph
of a
tree in fog.