Serrated leaves of brethren black-cherry trees
wave to me outside our sunroom windows.
Empty wire-mesh feeders sway
in the muggy almost-autumn breeze.

Sluglike, I cross to the mailbox,
COVID-gloves in hand.
Wasted effort: Political flyers
for a candidate I’d never, ever vote for.

Didn’t I read somewhere
that September’s segue to fall
dictates longer sleeves,
cooler nights, solid shoes?

My sugar-self craves a hot cuppa chai
but not when The Weather Channel
tells me what I already know — we’re dying here
in this ninety-degree muck, reprieve not yet our due.

Predictably, others will soon
protest winter’s snowfall, her howling winds,
those frigid blasts of icy, northern air.

                       But I won’t…

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve picked up a book or two on Blackout Poetry at Barnes & Noble or other bookstores but always figured it just wasn’t my thing.

Until now…

Unable to sleep in the wee hours of the morning, I got out of bed, tore out a page from a book I’m currently altering for collage art and created my very first Blackout Poem. It was fun! I’ll definitely try this again. 🙂

We’d be looking forward to another September sojourn in Colorado right about now but, well, better not to linger on what might have been…

So.

Next year, fall of 2021, we’re hoping

    nothing

will prevent us from spending another week or so out there again. (COVID — I’m talking to YOU…) In the meantime, YouTube hiking videos are a glorious, if imperfect, way to celebrate the tangible beauty and mystique of the Rocky Mountains.

We continue to rack up “Ooh, let’s do THIS trail!” potential hikes for our next visit.

Here’s a video we enjoyed over lunch today. Ypsilon Mountain is one of my favorites although we’ve never hiked it, just enjoyed it from a distance. I took this photo in September 2017. A glorious peak!!

Nick & Barb Sangetta Hike to the Summit of Ypsilon Mountain