(10×10)
Again, the cold September wind has swept itself to us
Little specks of brown and orange herald winter’s icy drought
Turning green of tree and bush back to autumn shade
Moving all that summer’s blossom in our heart had stirred
To the drafty spaces upstairs we thought for good abandoned
Tipsy and suddenly out of balance, we decide to dance
Heads still numbed by warmth of days that felt eternal
Hands tentatively rising into air – already carrying next season’s seeds –
Dance to this slow rhythm that summoned us back home
Throw off the burden of harvests that started last spring.
(10×7)
Again, cold September wind swept to us
Specks of brown herald winter’s icy drought
Turning green of tree to autumn shade
Moving all that summer’s blossom had stirred
To the spaces upstairs we thought abandoned
Out of balance, we decide to dance
Still numbed by warmth that felt eternal
Hands rising into air – next season’s seeds –
Dance to this rhythm that summoned us
Throw off the harvests started last spring.