
lingering behind
the last of the summer’s warmth
a cold night coming

lingering behind
the last of the summer’s warmth
a cold night coming

coming or going
the posts bear silent witness
gateway to beyond

a gap in the door
snagging those casted wayward
neither in nor out
somewhere in between
no longer here yet not there
waiting the Unknown
the old has fallen away
the new has yet to unfold