It was the “edge” of the heat,
It was the “cusp” of the morning
So close fall is at hand –
It excites me and saddens me all at once.
My morning walk felt foreign – something in the air has changed.
A cooler, crisper, kinder breeze blew through the woods
It was the kiss of dawn that had been so long lost.
We walked to the “edge” of the boardwalk
The “cusp” of the woods
So close the day is at hand –
The black and the white, the light and the dark, the beginning and the end.
The grass was dry – the shadows were long.
We were seduced by the glory of the morning –
Along which we sat teetering on the verge of the day.