After the flurry

My writing seems slowed

After the flurry of the past weeks

The coolness in the air tempers it.


The clusters of maple seeds

Are clumped high in the maples

Waiting the rains and Pacific winds

To push them from summer branches


A swirling and twirling dance

As they spiral toward the ground

The days are becoming cooler


Shorter and the darkness earlier

My blood seems to be thickening

No longer thrumming with the

Heat of the summer sun


Thoughts once quickened

Want to slumber into the coolness

Of autumn and on into winter


My head filled with languid images

Of cool rivers over hot rocks

The runoff of glaciers from

Grey mountains in the distance



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