from Autumn Unawares
But somewhere between harvest
and All Hallows, each mystery creeps into its own special darkness,
each paw, claw, twig and beak
leaves a last unnoticed print
pressed on the hoarfrost . . . .
–excerpt from “Autumn Unawares” in To Sip Darjeeling at Dawn by Donna Pucciani (Virtual Artists Collective 2011). First published in Coffee House.