Shelly Stevens

I love the play
Of the first chill
Of autumn
Touching
My face
My hands
My skin
As I run
In the dark
Of the early morning

I want
To sing
To the orange
Of the leaves
Soon fading
On the once
Summer green
Foliole

I want
To laugh
At Orion
Twinkling
High
In the morning
Sky
Watching over
The break of
A new day

I climb
The stairs
To my flat
Sweating and
Hurting and
Feeling my age
And I smile
To myself
As my heart is
Young
And full
Of the
Future

I sit
By the window
In a suspect
Kitchen chair
Drinking
Hot coffee
Looking out
Over the
New day
Loving
The promise
Of the
Breaking sun
Over a
Cold
And fading
City