this is autumn
but summer remains
holding on
as it does
warm days
cool nights
the crickets
will soon leave
just silence then
perhaps the sound
of wind
perhaps not
holding breath
holding
breath
stillness
traffic moves
along the highway
birds
call out early
night
of wakefulness
and humidity
cool evening
sunset burns sky
soon dark
but not yet
let it go
says the mind
has it taught me
all i thought i coudn’t learn
says the heart
take this
bring this
what is this
crickets, they talk
early morning & already humid
