SEPTEMBER

 

Nights on the beach

Fires

Roaring

Roaring whitewater

 

Canoe wrecks on the West Branch

Leaves of color flutter

Fluttering like the pheasant feathers

Of a Woods Special

 

Fluttering hearts

Against a crystal clear blue sky

Bring tears

Tears of laughter

 

Fall

Out of the clearest blue eyes

I have ever seen

A silhouette standing in the predawn

 

Standing

Bare and alone

Against the naked blue/black darkness

But for a moment

 

Then we meet

Our palms high

Meet and press

Our shoulders bump

 

Face to face

Thoughts mix and mesh

Hearts collide

Until we finally slowly turn

 

Toward the rising yellow sun