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first days of autumn —on my way out the doorI grab a hat
another long nightwithout light or power —Lee County
listeningto the water risein the dark
pale radish seedlingsputting all their energyinto finding light
triangular headturning to keep me in view —praying mantis
late night lightning —we set our books asideand watch the window
football weather —the crowd's cheer floats to usa perfect spiral
the sun's last raysleave some orange behind —top of the maple
autumn equinox —my yawn after lunchdividing the day
screech owl at dawn —each of us wonderingwhy is she awake?
we set our plan downin the middle of the floodand watch it wobble
bringing umbrellasto test the rain's resolve —then again, wet seems fine
at the garden's edgeall green angles and cocked head —praying mantis
filling the bird bath —warm autumn afternoonsperfect for preening
maples leaves startingto think about turning —we switch to long socks
watch the grass reviveas rain soaks the earth —we perk up too
early autumn —the inside and outside aircall a truce
we each built a homein the children's book section —tucked like a bookmark
so deep our reliefwhen we could see stars again —quiet constant guides
unrelenting rain —we come home to rememberwhat dry feels like
restless starlingsswirling their way towards dusk —I plan my trip home
full moon feeling close —the moth we somehow let inprefers to stay
driving west —searing sun seeming to dieas it falls
morning puddles —full to the brim with rainI slept right through
goldfinches in fall —knowing we'll all change our songwhen the rain returns
now is the seasonof small yellow butterflies —adjusting our focus
Labor Day weekend —I flick the alarm buttonto "off"
he tells us aboutgoldfinches in the garden —they fly as we look
rocks basking in sunwhere the creek bed once was —who cast this dry spell?
warm summer airlifting the circling hawk —small sliver of moon