Jackie Leo

It’s the early days of fall,
yet forming on my window there is no frost.
In the sky, the sinking moon
I see it as I look out at my yard
The sun has yet to rise
It lies in wait behind the ground

I stare at the empty ground
Knowing soon the leaves will fall
Still, temperatures Rise
I reminisce on a time when there was frost
The squirrel holes in my yard
Remind me of the craters in the moon

I miss the moon,
So I count the spikes in the ground
that separate the world from my yard
and hope the fence will fall
The noticeable lack of frost,
Makes goosebumps on my skin rise

Early in the day I rise
to meet the morning moon,
on my window, condensation is disguised as frost,
I count the few leaves on the ground,
and hope for more to soon fall,
so they can clutter up my yard

I need to clean the yard,
but I keep failing to rise
to the occasion, but each time I fall,
like the moon,
I stay stuck on the ground,
and let my body frost

I wipe off the morning frost,
and try again to clear off the yard,

my feet feel stuck to the ground.
The earth's chest will rise,
Inhaling the breath of the moon
I close my eyes and feel it fall

Now the ground is covered in frost
The feeling of fall has left the yard
The cold reminds me of the rising moon