Another September

I can hear Autumn calling

I stoop, collect a relic

Garnet of the sumac

smudged on my book

Pressed between the pages

A crumble of dirt from last year’s collection

Falling to my floor

The crunch of leaves underfoot

replaces the drone of the summer cicadas

An amber light filters through the trees

  as clouds paint the sky

I feel a wisp of autumn

Creeping back

Oh how you have been missed

Autumn, I can hear you calling

I wait for you, with love