September Comes

Listening to the listless wind 

Scattering crumpled leaves 

A dream of what's to come 

Gazing at ebon street, 

Humid heat still lingers 

In the cabin of the car 

Tracing along night lawns 

Eyes fetch dewy grasses parched. 

Yellow caution lights 

Reflecting up ahead, 

Dressing streets that cross 

Rippling puddles: came and went. 

Flowing over tracks. 

Pulling into station. 

Opening door under fiery globes, 

Pointing toward no direction. 

Summer fights - for another day 

Keeping the heat around, 

Until the rains of Autumn bring, 

The washing of a harvest cloud.