NOTES ON MID-SEPTEMBER

I.
There's a comfort there, in the moment after the summer's din finishes and the autumn's calm begins. There's a comfort there and an open window and a heavy blanket to let it in—a pattering portal and a softed weight on the skin to undo the sun's steady burdens.

II.
The pointed finger of a jilted lover, autumn's wrath comes in hot by day and cold by night with rains—oh man, the rains—and no winter coat nor summer short can prepare you for the muted passions of another year's gradual fade to dark.

III.
Fluttering wings sing with smiles in the low lantern light.