EQUINOX

As night settles in
and the clouds grow uncertain
of their intentions,
it is hard to realize
that a boundary
is silently crossed
and summer has
retreated into the past
leaving a new season
in its wake, harder
to know that tomorrow
we will awaken into
an autumn that at first
seems no different
than her mother, only
her promise of fall-
ing leaves soon painting
her in her true colors.

OMEN

The air is crisp tonight.
The clouds gather
and stare down mournfully,
not intending to be ominous.
The do mean to portend rain
and they whisper on cool breath
"a change follows us
like a shadow you may
wish to avoid but cannot."
This, they say, is our gift;
this is the burden you must bear.
As the now cool sun retreats,
as the breeze shifts nightward
I write on the wind
with my finger - farewell -
and the summer sings me
her departure song.