Warm and bright as insects hum
Vibrate subsonic
Ten billion wings aflutter
The air itself shivers
in light and positive ions
Gentle cushion for the descent
of leaves crimson and amber
The ground soft and warm
The night’s first kiss of frost
melts with the day
So we may yet pretend
in light
A day does not end
merely passes in the commute
to dim Friday morning memory
While somewhere in the universe
it remains
Thursday afternoon forever