The curtains float on
Breaths of day
Inhale
Exhale
Oak leaves sway
September sun
October rain
The sweets of summer
Softly wane
Purple aster
Wild grape
A golden flower
Echoes sun
And jewels of frost
Intensify
The depth and truth
Of colors won
A honk from travelers
On high
Who bid farewell
To winter folk
Junco
Cardinal
Chickadee
Be warm
Be well
They stitch a vee
Of noisy song
To southern sky
We shield our eyes
And follow them
With rooted feet
And hearts that fly
The curtains float
On breaths of day
Inhale
Exhale
Oak leaves sway
And let go
With a wistful sigh

Sara Mathews    October 2015