As Summer raises its nightcap to celebrate its own passing,
I sit on my patio beneath a gazebo: pregnant from Autumn's antecedent wake
and hear the howls of ghouls
ready to cavort in darkness and under mounds of tawny leaves.
The heat of season's spotlight becomes a refreshing gulp of water
as the pumpkins grow their heads.
And I, amongst the susans and the goldenrod,
don my slippers and exhale the climax to inhale
a sleepy, cozy, ready to hunker
Fall.
Happy Monday, everyone. -V
