there are crickets,
and the dawn air has scents
I struggle to identify -
dried wildflowers, sun on fir -
and the easy summer feeling
that still tastes like freedom
rests in my steps
It is a subtle tipping, perhaps,
towards what is next -
long before fall's rush of excitement,
but something weightless
in the balance
after the climb, before the descent.
©Wendy Mulhern
July 14, 2021
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