Photo: Diego Fernandes
Yesterday, a last vestige of summer lingered
Like warm arms and a farewell kiss
The trees were green still hardly a tint
Of autumn color stirring under bird trills
California still golden under a gentle sun
Just taking in a final passionate breath
Today October’s wind blew from the west
Knocking red and yellow leaves to ground
Chasing birds into flight toward Mexico
The cool breeze tendrils chill late grapes
Cold weather friends are smiling again
Jeering summer’s hasty departure
They will be gleeful and grateful for frost
After winter rains transmute dust to mud
I will be grateful for rain to hide my tears
My heart never tires of flying in the sun
