Untitled - September 23, 2002

The midnight hour
marks a gradual slide
into the changing
of the seasons.

Hot summer heat
yields to autumn breezes
howling
along moonlit trails.

The dawn
sees both a pale yellow sun
and the round white moon
hung on separate ends
of the horizon.

The sunlight is deceptive
in warmth,
a sharp west wind
snapping us
into awareness.

The disappearing moon
is a remembrance
of a time past
filled with memories
of what once was.