Friday, September 24, 2010

Equinox


I long again for cool day autumn breeze,
A sweater'd walk through parks of mottled leaves.
The noon's high-point marks midway path of sun,
But summer's heat, alas, not yet is done.
The day, once master, now shares time with night,
Whose breezes cool will soon subdue the light.




placed in Poets United Thursday Think Tank #16: Autumn