Dayliner

The Dayliner keeps autumnizing, autumating this morning, from stands of mottled trees on mottled days at the edges of what I’m doing where sunsets are frays to curves off into the woods now weaving yellow and red at the wedge of summer when the brushed leaves of the big red maple out my window warmly rhymes with the red gift tomatoes on the wooden shelf-top, red a favored visitor in autumn time. A flavored visitor, inviting savor. Save us, saviour, for the leisure to savor, in the Indian summer sun, before the winter draws its bow, its now, its fang.