29 October 2009
Inspired by The Weekend Wordsmith
photo courtesy of http://www.flickr.com/photos/furryscalyman/
I think I might welcome a wasp or two--
they’re a sure sign summer has long yet to surrender--
standing at the bus stop on a chilly fall twilight.
If not for the knowledge that Winter is on his way,
the morning would be relatively unmarred.
The air isn’t cold enough to sting; to rob me
of the paintbrush trees and the flaming bushes...