This morning's sweep was full of fall blessings and the winter silence. For the first time in weeks, I felt a moment of elusive peace. I could breathe.
Where are you finding peace and room to breathe in the descending energy of the fall?
cold crinkle of a bag between my fingers
there is me, the calling of the crows, and the stillness in the wind
dried summer foliage reveals last year's soda bottles,
on-the-go lunches, midnight parties--heard more than seen
An orange flash of cellophane winks at me from the fog-coated grass
my thumb meets its fellows and the dewed plastic
reminds my fingers that it's getting cooler on Thursday mornings
I stand for a moment to let the distant rush
of the morning pass through me
I breathe in the silent wind and let out my last breath,
until the next one comes with no thought of mine
the post-Halloween trail of sugar dreams
peeking out from the leaves. they wait for me.
squirrels run with the last of summer's bounty
afraid I've come for their breakfast. i only take what's left behind