The fragrance of earth-dampened leaves,
Canada geese circling treetop high,
Stars at 6 am,
Milkweed seeds floating by,
Crystal ice fingers gripping blades of grass,
First wood smoke wisps in the air,
A Monet palette of tree colors.
Once damp leaves smoldering after a burn,
Geese dappling a pond in grey, black and white,
Stars at 6 pm,
Milkweed parachutes caught in grass, inches from home,
Blades of grass frost burnt, broken,
Leaves slipped to the ground, in paint puddles.
I'm half way between the heat and the cold,
Between summer and winter,
Between here and gone.
