The Turn

Mist floats north / above the pond / past white roses.

All night

the final summer rain

comes & goes.

Low fifties

call for flannel jammies

& wool socks.

Naked on shower tile 

we shake waiting 

for hot water.

Daylight stalls

behind peaks

till breakfast’s over.

Mist floats north 

above the pond 

past white roses. 

Stone fruit’s gone.

Apples replace

watermelon.

On failing wings

mosquitos hover

close to sunny walls.

Auburn grape leaves

curl, absciss

escape in the wind.

A hummingbird 

silhouette 

sups at a yellow flute.

Too cold

we decide

for early bicycle rides.

Mike’s green blanket

my red

keep us in bed.