remember this moment,
the moment you are swaying.
The swing does feels better
when it sways,
soaring into crisp air of autumn.
Magic is in there, they say.
A vignette of effervescent thing of life
is caught in the requiem of the fall sunset.
Your words stirred something in my chest,
in spite of all my effort against it;
so I loosened my coat,
and walked further into the woods.
8.13.2024
Ralph with Coffee 