Things are changing,
Although the sun warms
the narrow band of exposed skin
Between hair bottom and shirt neck,
The wind is twirling leaves on
The loose branches of all the trees,
And I can hear the dance music of fall,
The coyote scat along the trail is full of snowberry seeds,
As they are the only berry still in bloom,
Even the wild blackberry vines
Have given their last
To the hands and paws and beaks within reach
#klinelinepark #vanwa
