Fall surfaces again

( Healthy while the fog of covid-19 blows slowly away)

Talking to myself

When nobody listens

Though the morning grows

To the time of no shadow

And bees drink slowly.

Porch work top choice hands down 

As visited by onrushing fall

Sans deadline or purpose

Without hunger nor thirst

No need to stack new wood.

A breeze lifts my spirits

A strange leap to those I miss

Ashamed to sometimes miss no one

As hummingbirds sneak past

Sipping their servings of joy.

Time curls and cuts 

Haunting in a moment of regret

Oak leaf clusters drift down

Blankets heed no reminding

As the lazy sun sleeps late.

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