Middle Age in September
Elizabeth Kerlikowske
Wind chimes shiver, not close to contact.
Mulberry leaves catch sun and breeze
enough to alter light fall.
Webs flash iridescent rapture.
Mosquito season/bee time of day.
Shadows look for warmth in the worst places.
Three yellow leaves from a red bud fall together,
zinnias undisturbed.
Squirrels mate loudly in yew.
Hawk’s eyes never leave the birdbath.
A truck’s reflection moves backwards
against its forward sound.