They sat together in comfortable silence, having been in each other's company for over ten years. One of their favourite places was on the swing chair, overlooking the backyard, gently moving ... [+]
Who can walk today
when leaves leapfrog across the boulevard
and swirl recklessly round each passing car?
My feet dance across the sidewalk,
exploring invisible hopscotch trails
like errant children,
crunching gutter drifts
in explosions of sap-dried
skeletons of summer.
Can't you feel it,
the racing pulse of October?