September first,
and autumn bursts onto the scene
in Florida with nothing so spectacular
as further north in colors bright,
the nights with nippiness that
brings out bonfires and hot
cocoa, get the sweaters out,
boots and scarves and
puffs of breath until the golden
sun is higher and it feels
like summer for a few more hours.
Beach time here but waves are
getting ready for the winter, showing
off their froth in smug contrast
to snow, it's all just water anyway,
but we'll take ours in ocean spray and lick
the salty air like deer in
flip-flops, sleeveless dresses.
There's a hint of coolness
if you close your eyes and
can imagine that it's there.
(c) Ellen Gillette
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