River rushing through the calendar
pages turning water flipping
over the new leaves of fall.
Rocks high, water low
gentle breeze barely cooling.
Sun tearing up my eyes as
I see the eagle gently soaring
so high above.
Patina copper roofs far off
the skyline encircles.
Rusted brown/red clay balding patches cut into
hillsides where above graves lay.
Dark thread of crossed lines baked all summer long.
Summer lay open toward bared autumn skies.
I sit and watch my shadow change.
Cool water below, chilling black rocks above.
Carried and tumbled from the bridge beyond.