The Last White Bloom

As a canopy of clouds
move in from the North
and bring with it,
the coolness of fall -
one last bloom
is open wide to catch
the changing season.
Straight up at the sky
it faces.

I stop to notice
and gaze at its beauty.
My heart is saddened
and my desire
is for this bloom to last
forever.

The crickets are chirping
as all is still.
One found its way beside me
here on the front steps.
It was skittish
as it hopped quickly away
from my reach.
A dragon fly stopped
for a breather
at the tip of a branch nearby.
I reach out slowly
and touched its wings.
It flinched slightly.

Several phone calls split the air.
People call.
It's time to go.
But I enjoyed this moment
to soak in the stillness
and the beauty of creation
this Friday afternoon.