The sun crossed the equator.
The Earth tilted.
The bubble in the level slid south.
Did you feel it?
The sun feels warm,
but hot days are just a threat,
brittle and rattling
like the dry leaves underfoot.
The night air smells of petunias
and marigolds.
I look up at a million tiny snowflakes
waiting to come down.
This is the best time,
the cool evening of the year.