Autumn Zest
A cold front moved in overnight
and morning’s air made me breathe deep,
like an athlete before an event.
Yesterday’s humidity pushed aside,
creates a feeling of zest,
as if it’s the first touch of Spring.
But this is Autumn chasing
a recalcitrant Summer,
like the sun chasing darkness.
Following my early morning walk,
I sit in the corner of the kitchen
drinking coffee and watching the cat
on the window sill.
The neighborhood is quiet
and my eyes move to a leaf,
floating to a breeze-appointed place
near the fence in a flower bed.
I wonder how many more
Autumns I’ll experience,
now that I’m retired.
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