Thursday, September 18, 2014


out to the garden,
coffee in hand,
deep swallow of hot, brown brew,
deep breath of cool air,
i call to you from the other side of the screen door,
like an excited child,
(and in this moment i am),
it's fall!,
(and in this moment it is),
the first hint of long summer letting go,
i hear you inside shuffling for shoes,
you push through the screen door and step out into the cool, overcast morning,
we stand in the garden,
in the breeze,
listening to the trees sigh