a september poem
… september
breath of lazy in the breeze
nuts
and berries dripping juice
dappled sunlight, ancient trees remembering -
old summer
memories of hazy dusks and blue twilights
buzzing crickets and popped corn
rustling fields of golden hay
browned skin, a snoozing dog.
restless leaves, ready for autumn
snapping sheets and bending clothesline
musty attics with herbs, dried.
warm cobblestones drowsy
humming bees, slow scents of harvested
grain and earth - long plowed
crisp yellow apples whispering ‘fall’ from
niches in the dry grass - woven in. the last
tomatoes, the first squash and a dip
in the shrinking creek. the corn half cut
cider and pumpkins?
meadow tea.
the weathered boulder in the ravine.
all waiting for something - expectant - still