1st of September

morning shiver

through open window

and heart contracts

into chest

eyes

look outside

the green has changed

become dusty

crinkled edges of the day fold in

and the heavy dew from the night

drips

onto backyard deck

school thoughts

snake their way into the last free hours

leaving slimy trail of

new names

and papers to mark

and meetings

and early mornings

and long hallway walks

yet the day

still fills with sunwarmth

gently easing us into

strange delights of

             life’s passing seasons