Septemberwhispersthe first hintof autumnwith a cool breathcaressing our facesour bare armsand legsin the still-warm sun.Whispers an invitationto walkwoodsy trailsunder trees communicatingin rustling green tongues.One leafalready fallencrispy and browncartwheels across the path.It is longer than we realized.One of us would pushfor a more vigorous pacebut the other of usis tired.A restful respitein the almost-chillytree-proffered shadejust short … Continue reading Lines on a path in the woods