Sunday, September 14, 2025

Mid-September

It is the middle of September
Mornings are cooler when I wake 
The days are still warm 
Soon enough even the warmth will wane
For now I still gaze out my window
and see the ducks in the pond
Feeding and swimming
How much longer will we carry on?
Us? The ducks? 
Neither can ever know.
Find now. 
Only now. 

Monday, September 1, 2025

Changing

September morning
Brisk Cool
Summer begins to retreat
Pushing onward
So much to do
before we are reborn