i’m anticipating

that day

when you can feel

that something

has changed

you can’t put your

finger on it but

you just know

that summer

is over

and you smell

autumn

in the air

the sky paler

the leaves beginning

to molder

the chill of the

morning and the

sharpness of

night

i do not mourn

the loss of summer

but i celebrate the

birth of

autumn

and its continuously

failing

resurrection

bhagiti 8.28.07 perrysburg, oh