It is July
Not a million miles
From midsummer
Yet the first
Autumnal orange brown leaf
Has appeared on the blossom tree
Time, as they say
Marches on
Today, a day after
This July day
We are on local radio
In support of humanist weddings
I will wait for the quietness
Stay home, alone
With room to roam
Through my mind
Abroad with feelings
Of love and its emotions
In that peace
I might imagine
The leaf in transition
From olive green
Through plum red
To orange brown
