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
