September Vacation
I love these early fall
mornings
when fog hugs
the ground, then
lifts itself
over trees flashing
their brilliance
like autumn
fireworks.
I grin at the
wind-surfers
in Gloucester Harbor
looking for all the world
like giant lacewings
skimming the water's
glimmering surface.
And I notice earth's
foggy breath
this evening after
day-long labors
of play.