Tuesday, September 1, 2015

September's Sweetness

September's Sweetness

This morning's peach
may be the last this season,
everything about it perfect.
The soft skin peels easily
to reveal sweet gold fruit.
I savor each piece,
hold it in my mouth
for just a moment longer.

       From upstairs I hear
       a plaintive whimper.
       Riley is calling for me
       to carry him downstairs.
       I cradle his warm body
       and hold on to the rail.
       I want to hold him like this
       for just a moment longer.