The hushed hues of September!
The quality of light is spun gold
A turn of leaves in soft shoe
on shuffling trees
We walk in wonder two steps behind
Still dreaming of summer
and slow dances skin-to-skin
Then October blazes into a tango
of red, orange and yellow!
One last fiery dance before the fall
As time chills beneath our feet
and the horizon threatens tempest
The smell of woodsmoke and tabacco
Near hibernation in front of a fire
Seeking warmth and a soft chair
as the frost salts our hair
What a comfort to waltz life onto the page
When all around you is lost or sleeping


(c) LG 2005