a child wraps herself
around the milk-chocolate feathers
of a bantam chicken,
its fleshy red comb wobbles
as the young girl’s grip
tightens with affection,
then loosens in apprehension
that borders on fear
as the hen clucks and shimmies,
anxious for its freedom
to root and strut and peck
in the dust and strewn feed
with the rest of its impassive flock
the boy is a puzzle
inconsistencies abound and yet,
occasional wisdom, keen insight
gems I never possessed
when I was his age
sometimes, lacking even now —
how, I wonder, did that come to be?
that HVAC in-between —
cool desire in order to sleep,
a nudge of warmth to remove the chill,
come temperature drop-offs
in an autumn early a.m.
Cardinal Gold vs. Black & Gold
Weather’s perfect for the Big Game
Autumn & Football, Divine!
GO STATE!!
ciabatta bread, slab of provolone
autumn mauve hydrangea blooms
an early September picnic with thou
chill September morning
white birch bark shimmers in the sun
my favorite mug of tea
darkness bearing down
out of the northwest
an ominous sky
bursting with promise
unofficially, autumn begins
already, a few leaves have turned
Labor Day weekend wanes
*
summer décor, banished to the B.
wave after wave, I carry up
scarlets, crimsons, mauves & golds
*
closets sorted, drawers realigned
new beginnings in the dusk of summer
lovely fall is underway!
it’s almost unfair,
so many books, so little time
overwhelming, that’s what it is
but in a delirious,
OMG, kind of way
A Sawyer's Daughter 
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