September 21, 2007

Season shifting

a soft quilt protects the

atmosphere as far as

the eye can see.

it follows us along.

comfort.

when we pause i can see it gently moving ever so slightly

to the east.

mt baker looks bare.


wishing i had a camera to show you

the concentric circles pulsing in shallow puddles

on the concrete checkerboard

the mountains disappear today

behind mist, fog and cloud

the sky tapping on the pavement, rooftops, railings

huddled warm inside i can’t wait for a hot cup of tea, blanket and a movie

can’t wait for candles, pumpkin pie and hot oven-baked meals

leaves turning turn the time ahead of time

and crunching turns to splashing

it will rain all the time now

fogging up the glass, and darkness

shatters light through raindrops

on the flat windshield of a lazy bus

i dream of summer.

no, now i dream of fall for the first time.

blackberries, peaking, dwindling. the aroma

is irresistible

and here it is, near october and

i have reconciled with summer ending.

with seasons shifting,

as they are wont to do. and it begins again