what is it about mid-September that i love to
remember?
the feel of crisp air and warm sun against my skin–
to close my eyes and inhale September in a single breath
listening to the song of leaves gently strummed by a steady breeze
and the falling colors against the sky.
the calm glow of the canopy as the sun settles.
the soft stillness in the afternoon wind
a quiet fulfillment flooding my senses.
and a moment among trees, i wish would never end
and what of the creatures that fly or crawl upon the ground
the raptors, swallows and blackbirds beginning their southern flight
the fading fields of green speckled with dying leaves,
or the dark humus beneath, where new life breeds
the sweeping sound of “hush” all around–
and what of this moment i have finally found
by K. Osei