Late August Winds


Lackluster cluster…verging on retreat.

The daylight ascending…

higher and higher.

Lighter and lighter.

I am, as always,

not willing to say,


Ill prepared for the crystal clear moments…

From the night’s sky.

Fall crab apples have begun to float hastily to the water’s edge.

Such is summer’s past and, manners all to their own.

Citronella doused in a scent of campfire.

Too soon…gone.

The reverence of a maple leaf.

Set free…

Drifting down waterways of the unknown.

Beginnings to a summer fringe.

Delicate endings, as crisp as, a late August wind.

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