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.
biking on the black bridge
bits of blue between the clouds
soft breezes from the river
my son and I watch the barge below–
this moment beautifully burned into my memory