Stretch arms wide
to try and catch the stars.
Pupils dilate
trying to let all the light in
in the dark.
It all makes sense
in the quiet
of a late summer night.
Shedding the frenetic skin
of the flowering season
for a new harvest.
Shortly, we will be forced
to don our humility.
Before the first frost forms,
our dispositions change.
Out come the organic fabrics,
and the earth tones,
and the tree stand camouflage,
made for a season of waiting.
Fire cracks,
and sparks fly.
The world continues its traverse
in amongst its sister planets,
as we wait on another bright moon
to tell us it is truly
the beginning of a new season.
DJR – 2023
