The Last of This September

This morning by the river
I saw a Great Blue Heron.
Holding my breath
I stood still to this sight
bearing witness 
to the Heron's great flight.

As tips of its wings
were grazing the surface
of fog-ridden rivers ahead
I awed at the drops
clinging heavy to the webs
of hundreds of thousands of spiders.

To let go of another summer.
Heart grateful for these legs, lungs 
and eyes of wonder. 
As blindly we fumble ahead 
I get to remember
the very last sunrise of this September.

- 30. sept '26