November 1, 2015

October


A hard wind is blowing,
taking summer away,
bringing deeper sleep
than we've had before,
with colder air 
carrying off more friends
than we are
used to missing,
their dry leaves
scattering across
the patio,
their hurried cries
riding the wind in passing,
on their way to where
no one can be sure.
Only the wind
might know,
the places
they will go.