Mellow

 Smell of salt soft wind from eastseagull cry their baby’s long flown:sun lingers paler now Virgo turns the cusp to Libraa chill in the shadowsday settles into mellow leaves fallen end of year. I’ve lost this year, the hours, the weekstorn paper shredded in the flame of life& love has nudged my shoulder barely once or twice. There’s no one I’ve been missingnothing that  I yearn; I’m settlingfor gold band of Autumn awaiting Winter storm.