afternoon poem, October 15, 2016



October’s chill is welcome

A splash of cold water on the face

And one is awakened to the sweet

Ferment of the earth


The morning sun is distant

And the fog, cool and white

Lingers till midday.


The forests open to travel

The snake and spider now underground

And one walks without sweating

And returns home flush and refreshed.


But before evening

The sun reigns again for an hour

And in the dry warmth

We relax and remember May

And dread the coming of December.


copyright 2016

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