Mid September
I can still go jacketless
I can still wear sandals
Feel the grass softly kiss my toes
And the scents of summer
Still waft up to my nose
I've come upon
The perfect bench
Secluded enough so I can be alone
But with a vista that lets me
Watch the other park goers enjoy the day
In their chosen way
There's a rustling behind me
Two squirrels, one black, one grayish brown
Chase each other 'round and up and down a tree
Like me, they've found
Their somewhat secluded spot
Enjoying the day - in their chosen way
