Cool September Morning and the Day Begins
Sunday sonnet
Some drip drops drip and gather on the leaves.
Daylily flowering’s complete. A sign
plant visibly left yellowing achieves
a past the blooming, growing greener time.
Rain falls. Sun shines. Warm pleasant days still loom.
Fresh breeze fills up these lungs. I breathe. I stare.
The bumblebees still buzz in purple bloom.
Old smell of autumn permeates the air.
The hummingbirds are readying for flight.
This cool fresh air reminds me, hurry up.
Two squirrels hiding nuts still play and fight.
It’s time to stack some wood and neaten up
before the heat of afternoon has hit.
This doesn’t feel like work. I must admit.

