Breeze blows coolly in through the window
Black morning sun as dim as streetlights’ glow
Air never tastes this good, eyelids never fight this hard to close
The sun at its zenith is like CSPAN
Shade makes life livable again
Night seeps down into your hands
Skeletal trees perch on piles of leaves in the rain
While the sun makes its descent over the landscape
Painting the clouds and everything around brilliant vermilion shades
The urgency of temperatures below freezing
Can be so pleasing
And fire makes us hold onto the moment completely
The moon is always waiting, patiently watching
At just the right time you can see it’s a sphere, it’s awkward
The moon is always turning, spinning, and falling
Michael Holland is a veteran and a graduate. His favorite book is Replay, and he’s an amateur electronic athlete.