The clouds looked like elephants 

My sunset stroll was robed in elegance 

Late September finally showing face 

But the verdant leaves have yet to give way 

They hold subtle signs of wrinkling 

But I long to hear them underfoot crinkling

To everything there is a season 

Early fall gray clouds 

Summer cumulonimbous shrouds 

The cells of my skin 

The many neighborhood dogs barkin’

Many have passed on 

Like springtime bright green lawns 

I yearn to be in this season 

The one I’m in 

I watch the elephant clouds march 

And say a prayer in my heart 

To the tune of the movements in my abdomen 

As I wait for new life to happen 

The crows fly over 

The night owl is a loner 

Nothing is stagnant

The pretty sky is for my eyes a magnet

I walk, as the pale blue heavens shifts to lavender and pink 

Then like pale yellow tissue paper the sun sinks

I’m grateful for the less humid air 

Soon enough it’s dark 

I think back to the place I embarked 

The neighborhood in an hour is as if I was never there