Feet bare,
I stand in the glare,
of September’s,
Sunlight embers.
–
The ground,
is cool, and I am bound,
To reverie;
See freely.
–
No cares,
Breathing deeply the air,
Exhaling slowly;
Warm release.
–
Night plays,
And calls in the days.
Chill breezes,
Reality seizes.
