Chlorophyll surrenders, and
Royal Red Maple foliage sways its way onto the shimmering water beside my cabin.
A crimson canopy parts to allow sunlight a dappling on my doorstep at dawn.
Autumn proudly stands its ground.
A Quaking Aspen trembles in even the most well-intentioned breeze,
and bequeaths a quilting of gold to my pond.
Dewdrop tears cling to blue reeds stooping over my sun-lit water.
Morning mourns the moon.
“She returns tonight,” reassuring ripples whisper. “I promise to hold her
until you return to say your goodbye.”
Born and adopted in Luxembourg, Kelly Sargent grew up with a deaf twin sister in Europe and the United States. Being hard-of-hearing, she blissfully enjoys playing the piano and a pink ukulele for an audience of one.