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

all the buds have almost opened
the sun rises early enters my room
when did this happen
i woke one day to spring
i want to taste this day
the early morning sun
the nagging voice that says
you’ve woken me too early
as well as
you are beautiful