never mind that we're back into 3 digit temperatures.
this weekend was full of telling summer goodbye.
perhaps because it is the end of our 4 day summer work weeks;
perhaps because the lake was so smooth,
lines of different blues in the distance like mirages on the water.
perhaps the silence under the sky,
the water icy cold once again.
the haze of wildfires hung low in the sky
and we drifted under the almost full harvest moon.
perhaps because there was baseball in the afternoon,
football in the evening.
perhaps all of that, perhaps none.
perhaps just a knowledge in our souls,
passed down through generations,
part of us still linked to the movements of the stars.
perhaps it was the black paint under my fingernails,
autumn always calling me to draw;
the cooler evenings filling me with a different energy.
like the cat, i am tempted to run up the sides of trees,
and back down again.