1.

The light on the leaves in the morning is

Golden in September and the air is

Crisp and if there were a time within the

Seasons that I would like to extend it

Would be September because the sun is

Not glaring and the afternoon heat is

Gentle — there are a few trees in town that

Are turning yellow and red but green is

Predominate and throughout the day when

A breeze is in the trees the light on the

Turning leaves is golden — that serves as a

Signal that now is the culmination

Of growth and a harvest is approaching

And then the days will become desolate.

I remember how

wind tosses leaves

in spring — there is a

boisterous joy.

 2.

The season for roses has passed this year

But when thinking about you roses come

To mind — because you are blooming in the

Sunny springtime of your life and you do

Approximate the velvet folds within

Folds that constitute a rose — and the moon

Has a mysterious allure because

Of its various shapes and colors and

Its movements — and the sun is marvelous

Because it is the resplendent source of

Breath and life — but you as you are now are

The epitome of beauty and love

Forcefully drawing me to you as if

I were under a spell and mesmerized.

Passion for

possession

is consuming

and thorns are

a warning.

3.

The cherry in September is just such

A humble little tree surrounded by

The taller and broader trees reaching up

And outspreading their leaves — taking so much

More sunlight — and here is the maple in

Pioneer Park beginning to show the

Touches of orange that will become so

Brilliant in October — and Pioneer

Park is just a tiny area of

Stillwater on a bluff overlooking

The valley with a southward view of the

Turning river with the Crossing Bridge in

The distance — and Stillwater is just a

Modest town in a boisterous nation.

But when the cherry

is blooming in spring

its beauty is just

unsurpassable.