As if God had turned the world upside down
an ocean of gray cloud floats over our town.
Hinting at blue, an inverted horizon
makes strange fish of all the birds I lay eyes on.
This is one of those in between days
when the sun has gone sly, and is hoarding its rays.
Every breeze holds a scent I remember.
How deep, the nostalgia of middle September.
Cool air through the window, smelling of wishes...
Warm suds on my forearms, plunged deep with the dishes...
Lazily soaping and rinsing a ladle...
Lullabies sway through my mind, like a cradle.
The inhale and exhale of Autumn's first gust,
colored with aster and goldenrod dust:
a peaceful reflection of spirit that brings
the quiet affection of everyday things.
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