In late September I sat – Oct 2006

In late September I sat

barefoot, in my pajamas,

on the front step of our home

looking out into the night sky.

Feeling the changing winds,

I relished the warmth

soon to pass.

Crickets sang around me

as maple and popular leaves

rustled with each passing gust.

I took it all in

like I did as a child

outside on the swing.

Then, lying across my bed,

close to the open window,

I savored the warm night breeze

until it lifted me up

in wondrous dreams.

I was flying with such ease

as if I always have –

but occasionally forgot,

for this is the realm of the soul.