A search for small & simple things,
slipping slowness settles in.
California dog days fade,
November nestles with a restful whim.
I long to labor out of doors,
to use my hands and breathe real deep,
to put to rest the brilliant days,
to watch the valley fall asleep.
But here I hide in town retreat,
in cranny curiosity,
soon to harvest & gather & rise
from crispy-cool dawn, soul-stylized.