boo

Halloween tonight

was as it should be: 

a windy chill,

the frantic scratching

of dead leaves 

blowing through 

trees; 

amber street lamps 

glowing dusky

below black 

sky; 

witches hats leaning,

bed sheets flowing,

angel wings flapping, 

monsters in the wind

clustered tightly together 

seeking treats -  

and with 

nervous laughter,

anticipating a 

fright, 

Boo Radley

just around the 

corner. 

Poem © 2008 by R. Burnett Baker 

Photo © 2009 by R. Burnett Baker 

- whatever a dream's risk,

a price is paid for letting 

it remain a dream-

© 2008 R. Burnett Baker

Photo © 2009 by R. Baker.

Colorized photo taken of a sketch by 

R. Baker, 1977.

was a voice

was 

a voice 

soft and 

calm

neither

spoke nor 

sang 

promised 

nothing 

save life - 

save love 

was 

a voice 

loud and 

clear 

nurturing 

silence without 

lies or 

song; 

without 

one more 

day or 

night 

alone. 

Poem © 2009 by R. Burnett Baker 

Photo © 2008 by R. Burnett Baker 

Photo taken March 2008 by R. Baker near 

Lake Ontario,  Greece, NY. 

one glove 

when you 

spoke 

I heard 

the words 

in silence 

gray and 

cold; 

I crawled 

into my coat 

and scarf 

but had 

only 

one 

glove. 

Poem ©2009 by R. Burnett Baker 

Photo ©2009 by R. Burnett Baker 

colors the city

on treeless 

streets 

buildings 

mimic autumn

colors 

the city 

cold and dusty 

under 

cobalt skies. 

Poem © 2009 by R. Burnett Baker 

Photo © 2009 by R. Burnett Baker 

Photo of Queen Street West, Toronto, Ontario, taken 

by R. Baker, 2009.  

where I believed

I look 

back with 

confusion; 

back at

where we 

were; 

back at 

where I 

believed 

us

to 

be 

and 

here I am: 

a crush 

of color. 

Poem © 2009 by R. Burnett Baker 

Copper plate enamel by Ina Jean Garner, circa 1980's.

red and falling

with 

chilled breath 

you are 

autumn.

I,  

leaves 

red and falling 

like eyes 

gazing at

the ground. 

Poem © 2009 by R. Burnett Baker 

Photo © 2008 by R. Burnett Baker