Everything will leave us except the shadows*

The weather has been cool, the air dry and clear. We have had two or three days where we've had the windows open all day, and we have woven ourselves in and out of the house as needed to visit neighborhood cats -- this is "Socks" -- he's a nice fellow who comes around now and again. 

The birds, too, are enjoying the weather. The wrens are glorious with song. My little garden is wild and full of blooms and tomatoes. I've harvested some of the cosmos' seeds for next year and will leave the rest for whoever hungers. 

Mostly, I've been trying to pay attention. Woke, if you will, going back to what woke means. Reading some good things. Have you read Chloe Dalton's Raising Hare? Just a lovely story. Defenestrate by Renée Branum? Another charming and fresh story, with characters that intrigued me. (Branum is the sister of one of my new poet friends, and I met her in Barcelona this summer)

Well. That's it. Some wonder, some cats, some light. Stay safe, stay woke.

 

*W.S. Merwin The Wings of Daylight