29 Sep Back 40: October’s Dance
A cider wind
teases melancholy memory.
Slanted light brushes the horizon gray.
Shadows peer, and crawl, and rise.
An embracing maple colonnade invites.
Earthen musk hovers.
Brittle stalks chaff and scream, restless.
Orange specks punch the landscape, soon to be leering.
Metal air stills.
The whisper of goodbye returns
And let go.
Fleeced light voyages across the green.
A welcoming hue
In the eye of the gathering wind.
Settling on me.
Resonant in guardianship.
Autumn fingers hover
Over my shoulder.
Caressed in Assurance.