Quite By Surprise

I travel this road sometimes daily,
Trying not to notice, hoping to stave
the nuances so I do not calculate them to add up to
saying good bye to the heat,
to say hello to the cool and know that colder
will wrap around me soon.
Even here in the northwest, the green lush
stays only as long as it's season.
One cannot measure by the past and gauge
the rain by the mason jar's measure of the last season.
The dark, plum trees have fallen their fruit to the ground,
sticking on the sidewalks and the shoes
as the runner makes his turn into the last loop, in the dry, before puddles fill the impressions
stomped into existence.
It is a fact, the ash tree has turned a golden blaze, the first in my sight.
A season, not yet ended has transitioned to the next. I have realized, I would like just one more deep breath, one more deep sigh as the fuchsia sky bleeds and fades through the summer time azure
sailing in and out of the cotton candy fluff.
I will taste this summer wine in the deep, dark ,
as my night spreads through that place that always takes me still, quite by surprise.

Raine Les 8/6/2009