The End of Summer

Doubled or blurred

the leaves I cannot see

without glasses, each twirling

greenly on its own stem, so

singular, turning alone,

together, to sun, to wind,

the chill of autumn,

green leached away

to sweetness, to honey

or amber till even that

withers, draws inward, 

begins again.

 Last light of summer - Jennifer Kapala

Last light of summer - Jennifer Kapala

 Photo by Barb Toyama

Photo by Barb Toyama

 To Sweetness, Honey, or Amber - Photo by Willy Wilson

To Sweetness, Honey, or Amber - Photo by Willy Wilson