79/365 - Lawn

 

Today I crave the waning fall

not the building spring

I crave nostalgia

The static crunch

of autumn leaves

coaxed from the boughs

of the trees

that line the sidewalks

I don't want to run

through mustard fields

or roll in the 

cool

perfectly manicured

suburban lawns

waiting to feel

the welcome spray

of sprinklers

cutting through

the summer heat

I want the anticipation

of new beginnings

riding upon

the cool breeze

that cuts through

the remnants

of sweltering summer days

and swirls through

the open front door

where backpacks wait

filled with anticipation

newly purchased

in expectation

for the start

of the new school year