Precious, these transitional days,
flocks finding passage to new climes,
trees blazing out into hibernation,
air scented by their transformation

Skies one day brilliant blue, displaying head held high
then carrying charcoal northern clouds swift on broad shoulder
or cool gray ocean mists flowing slow on sensual flanks

Ground dwellers anxious dash here and there
or lounge in last warmth when that can be found
My thoughts turn to you, and how it would feel
if together we were enmeshed for the freeze