Edges

Summer night, restless dreams,


relentless cricket chirping on the front porch,


front screen door open, fan blowing...

but the edges of this night...

are sensitive to a change of season breathing near.

Fall will dance in amazing finery, shimmering and turning our hearts and minds to home again...

Constantly watching for the first glimmering of gold,
amber and scarlet...are we....

while this summer night slips and sleeps around us now...

waiting for the cooler edges of the morning to come...


 








Where are you? tonight?

k.t.


John 3:16