A tortuous wind
casts gray footsteps
over a wide water.
Tree tops shake
green waxy leaves.
A swirl of odorless
breezes pushes
like fast midnight feet.
Fathoms of cool sand
hold the
shoreline intact.
The slip of a curtain
wags its tongue
through an open window.
Children create laughter
out of an
unknown start.
Fragrant cut grass
spreads a summer
of green.
The song of September
breathes out
as Fall strengthens.
Roger Singer 