Through a rainy passage
it emerges, and now the leaves
that seemed evidence of drought stress
settle into grace,
the dry ones underfoot,
the red ones that started turning
with the dawn of August.
Prickles of cool air
brighten the sun.
The urgency of shorter days
starts to stir in my chest
along with the aching beauty of everything
in last resplendence
before heading home to rest.
©Wendy Mulhern
September 9, 2016
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