Autumn/Fall equinox

Before the world tips over towards the dark

I will walk to the pond,

recite the name of the Creator on my finger tips,

ask for guidance and

the humility to accept the answer and

listen to the bull frog call out good morning to the sun.

I will hope the heron visits before I walk home,

gather up trash by the basketball court and

twigs the night delivered to our yard,

clean my coffee cup in the sink and

try to catch up on correspondence and

promises in need of a response.

I will sift through old poems to read this evening for friend,

if she is feeling better, make breakfast for my wife,

attend a zoom meeting at 10 am,

savor the latest New Yorker magazine,

and maybe write a poem for tonight,

because nothing old seems to fit

9-23-23