Monday, December 19, 2016

Seems Like Just Yesterday

The air smelled dusty,
a pungent herby fragrance
that rides in with late October sunshine
and placed a soft kiss against my cheek.

A breeze tickles the saltbush seeds
and like whispers some lift away
their feathery arms extended wide
with gay abandon onto the next adventure.

The seeds tickle my face as they twirl
down to the edge of the river
to collect like early snow
riding the water's edge
to their new home.
Procrastinating leaves rattle with autumnal 
sounds fighting the breeze.

I also linger just a while longer
and play peek-a-boo with the 
waning warmth of the setting sun.
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