The bread is fresh,
soft and crispy.
I can’t help but close my eyes–
surrendering my will to its
steamy spellbinding smell.
The tree outside our balcony is changing,
although the days are still warm.
September steps forward,
and I bid it a peaceful welcome.
Watchful garden cat,
you look so earnest–
I envy your solid ambition.
If I could color everything with crayon,
today, I would choose pink and purple.
Watching the geese fly across the morning sunrise,
hearing their distant honking calls–
wishing I could call back to them in return.
How can something so seemingly mundane reflect
innocent excitement and seem sinister at the same time?
As my children walked toward the first day of school,
I whispered goodbye to summer.