Thanksgiving morning, Tompkins Square Park

That First Breath of Air

That First Breath of Air

It is so unexpected when it comes,

That nights sleep once so familiar,

Deep and long, followed by another,

Dreams less torrid, if at all.

Waking refreshed, ready to saunter,

Through the crisp air of Fall.

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peter radley

Saturday's parting shot

Ginkgo or Gingko fallout on Seventh Street today via Derek Berg...

First Hints

First Hints

Are we too, to be blown into Fall?

This quiet transformation from a summer,

Of heat and relief patented across,

Weeks in succession.

New mornings taking longer to appear,

Almost tranquil, limpid of light,

As the grip of summer,

Teasing in its reluctance, relinquishes its might.

Great winds surge across the South.

As we sit in park’s dappled light,

Children play, shrill their voices, below

The leaves above that soon will fall.

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peter radley