fall reminds me of how it felt last summer in Hawaii;
ocean breathing salty
along black sands
beach sifting an endless luminous coastline
clouds drift into soft oblivion.
Then driving along jagged barren mountainside,
ascending crevices scrubbed with brittle silversword shrubs.
Then we camp in strange redwood forest grove near mountain top...
implanted seedlings from 1920s made this anomalous swathe
that, and people did.
An hour later we'd ascend to the summit seeing sheer multi-form panorama of sunset rays over billowing clouds.
Tho it was summer
and supposed to be tropical
it felt as this Missouri fall
brisk crisp drawn out air on the mountainside.
--glimpses of the perfect stable mutability of experience
drifting thru ocean-spray & volcanic peak.
Kelly you were there too
you surely remember holding my hand.