pupation

we met
in the spring
but
it was in the fall
that
we fell in love.



how could i help it?
a girl
from
s. california
is not use
to the delirium
of
colors
and
the sweet smell
of senescence
in the air.
or
sidewalks covered
in wet leaves
like the
matted-down fur
of a dog
come in
from the rain.



this
past weekend
grub & i
escaped
the city
to the
horse country
of virginia
for
a wine-tasting
birthday party.



i was reminded
how much
i love
to walk
in the immensity
of this time
of year.
it must be
the
sturm und drang
that runs
thick
in my
german blood
but
it is
those gray days
on the countryside
that put me
most at ease.



when the
cool wetness
of the air
wraps around you.
the musty smell
of decay.
the preparation
for a long sleep.



i often wish
i was like
a caterpillar.
i could crawl
to the soil
or a nook in
the bark of a tree.
slowly
i would knit
my pupal case.
curled up
inside
i could wait
until
better weather
returns.



have a great
weekend.

xo