Walking out from home
One tired August day,
I sought the musk of summer:
Overblown roses, dripping pines,
Cedar, fir, and still water....
I knew what I wanted.
Instead I climbed up a trellis
Of wild grapes,
The aroma of which
Held the promise of new wine
In the cool early evening of autumn
And a smoldering fire....
And I was tantalized.
One Single Impression
Sandy Carlson Social