October 1st

I stepped off my back porch
into the cool dark of night.
My mind filled with a jumble
of miscellaneous thoughts.
Aware, and somehow not;
that tonight would be memorable.

I paused in my pace and
surveyed the casual scene.
Nothing was out of place.
Everything was the same as
it always had been; and, yet!

I heard the sound.
First faint, then,
growing louder.
Of Canadian geese flying south.
Their honks pierced my
heart with arrows.
A light breeze blew
red and pale leaves,
around my feet.

I searched the noisy sky,
but could not see.
That opalescent moon played
hide and seek with the clouds
and kept her face from me.

I breathed in deeply
of the night.
And the perfume of logs
burning bright on a hearth;
filled my senses with delight.

Some will say that in September
the fall season begins.
But, I can tell you this!
When the night is brisk,
and the geese go honking south
with woodsmoke reaching their
fly away senses.

And the moon shines so
pale and bright you
can see it even behind clouds.
Then and only then
has Fall begun!

© RUA

midi~No Holly For Miss Quinn