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.