On September mornings
you wake up to find the lighting has changed.
You see things in a new way.
You place yellowing leaves on a journal page
and photograph them together.
Beach stones make a nest for a flower.
The caped woman holds
the secret of the earth.
And birds drop their feathers.
Maybe you explore a little town.
that you haven't seen ever before.
Maybe you go to the local nursery.
And find some new plantings
and lovely soil
to add to your garden.
One little bush can still be beautiful.
And then you make hearts to share with the world.
With Russian sage and Crysanthemums.
You bring an old iron bench inside
from the garden.
And dance and twirl.
You use clothes as decorations
just because you love their colors.
And you go outside...
And somehow the morning
has become the evening.
