Mid-Atlantic States’ Autumn Afternoon


Soon it’s three o’clock:


My favorite hour at this time

of year,


when daylight starts further

to fall, because it’s set to do so


When stark-yellow transports

will go by


smooth and grumbly under


billow-clouds with cotton faces



They say, laughing while we

run for porches that have



Enjoy this grey day


Its lack of definition presses

romance through everything



an amber sun