Leaves peeping shyly.
Crimson peering through the green,
afraid to be seen.
Baby and acorn
Small vessels of potential
What hopes lie inside!
Low sun at morning
A ray of warmth in the chill
Summer turns to fall.
Dusky ev’ning walk
Late summer meandering
even though it’s fall.
Her hair smells like me-
spicy from nestling in the
crook of my armpit.
Chilly autumn morning,
Misty air, dewy playgrounds
Wet bottoms down slides.
Face raised to the sun
He stands still, soaking the warmth.
Parking lot moment.
Sticky hands reaching
Smearing fruit on her plump chin
Blueberry Van Dyke.
This one is from today, but it feels too immediate to leave for the end of the month:
Window refreshing,
Reviving breathless hope
a shot at a shot.