the season
slowly
turning
and
showing up
at a
farmer's market
on a Saturday
and in the early
chilly
orange pumpkins
and fuzzy peaches
cilantro and
crazy fruit
pansies and zinnias
tomatoes
and
big fat watermelon
all glammed
for the occasion
like a party
where
warm sweaters
comfy jeans
baseball hats
the oh-so-happy dress code
and
all kids are welcome
filling the space
with laughter loud
and commerce bustling
arms full
of produce
and
sunflowers
and
a riot of color
all competing
and
tied up in crisp paper
and string
now
homeward bound
with a stop
everyone's favorite
on saturday morning
into afternoon
delicious and free-wheeling
unrestrained freedom
joy bubbling up
and grateful
the word of the day
party on autumn
when two
have said i do
on the dock of the bay
in the glorious
of late afternoon
summer waning
on a saturday
almost september
the groom
and his bride
so exquisite
smiling and laughing
hugging and posing
the water lapping
cameras clicking
capturing moments
soon to fade
on a saturday
almost september
and then
eventually
riding away
into future days
yet unspent
all full of happy
lives merging
tin cans bouncing
announcing
to the world
just married
and what is left
breath-taking quiet
beauty surrounding
the sun
cooler now
setting
coloring the blue
with ink stains
spreading and merging
all hues of tropical
melting into the bay
night approaching
in all it's grandeur
lights appearing
across the water
friends drifting home
the dock emptying
and in a hush
of eventide
brush strokes of glory
filling the thin
moments of dusk
as night falls
and being reminded
a wedding
and a sunset
both
unfurling holy
for all the world to see
on a saturday
almost september
