August Rapture

Luscious peach
Velvet surface
Sunset yellow
Blush of rose
First breech
Lets loose
A river sweet
To outlast
Winter snow

Nighttime Magic....for Emily and Isabella

I lured them
From Kung Fu Panda
Into the night,
Alight with the dazzle
Of fireflies in flight.

For them,
A magical quest
To fill a jar
With earthly
Starlight.

For me,
The sweet song
Of laughter
And a dance over
Dew kissed grass.

Upstate New York/ Mid August

Autumn seeps into
corners of summer,
crisp night paints
peaches pink, shoots
sugar to the grapes,
whispers to the birds,
get ready for the long haul.
the grass grows slower,
the sun sleeps longer,
you know, it's almost over.
Your summer lover's
about to fly the coop,
find warmer digs, with
palm trees waving
a come on hello, promising
a last forever kind of love,
a rollicking roll
in the sand between
the scooters
and the T backs.

Motorcycle Man

She thought he was
adorable, but not in
the usual sense.
Beer belly beneath
a black cut off T shirt,
muscular arms and shoulders
with extra padding
and a graying little braid
tied back with leather.

But when he walked out
of the men's room in the Quik Stop
and saw her coming towards him,
he got the sweetest widest smile
as he bowed and swept his hand
to let her pass.

He stood next to the Fritos
while she poured her coffee,
she was charmed by how
he kept the smile wide
straining to suck in his gut.

As he climbed up on his bike
he caught her eye, saw
the big guy in the car looking
aside, his eyes were dancing
as he smiled and rode away.