This evening blue skies and white clouds
are gradually replaced with misty gray gauze
that softly drapes itself over the nearby foothills
as the temperature falls.
It’s September and September is flirting with autumn
behaving like a wanton lover plucking leaves
and frivolously scattering them.
Tomorrow summer will return hot and humid
erasing the premonition of the howling bitch of winter
who approaches mercilessly
keeping herself hidden in the mist.
Poetry and photography by David H. Roche (C) 2014