Late September by Wattsnan_poetry

Late September sun smiles upon me in my Adirondack
as soft autumn winds cool thoughts
of a languishing summer.

Clinging to the breeze, the cicada's Stradivarius
accompanies a cricket's lullaby while lawn mowers
dine on their last meal of sweet grass.

And I am erring to a place where you and I
dreamed together on a back yard hammock.
Vagabonds in time, gliding in sync...for a moment.

Late September...

(C) Wattsnan_poetry
 
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