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