Moving Day
The earth is moving on
At least the seasons are
I feel and taste the coolness of the late sunrise
I see the air
High above a vapor trail of an morning flight away
Some early yellow leaves litter the road
And blow away in the wake of my motorcycle
I'll need a jacket soon
Another fall of man?
The cicada din is less each day
I rejoice in this turn of a page
The story in the book will go on
I sing the song at the top of my voice
There will be yet a few more notes to add
The dance is not over
A few more steps another twirl
This is not yet the time for reflection
No mirror to hold up at the party
No harvesting of all the ideas
Just time to move on
And wear my jacket for awhile
The coat can still stay in the hall closet