poem of the day September 10

A family of blue birds

on a settled afternoon

fly from tree to tree

In the next room

a cricket sings a song

of luck and happiness

Off in the distance

I can hear the little 

round pool pump

still chugging along

like the little engine 

that could 

Somehow it has made

it through the season

Outside the stillness

is a little bit melancholy 

A hue of late summer loss

is reflected in the leaves

wearing a slight tinge of red 

This red mixes in a happy sad way

very well with the blue of bluebirds