October 10, 2010

10-10-10

I have fallen into this
day from a great height.

The winds are trumpets
lightly played
& their passage
through the new growth
rubs leaves, needles, &
branches, causing a
profound understanding
of a cello.

The sky is hot as is one’s flesh.

Autumn is teasing us,
keeping out of the circle,
running ‘round laughing.
Her coolness visits briefly
as summer leans into
our day & smiles brightly.

(© 2010 by j. m. Scoville)