A patch of September sun
caught me by surprise in the middle of the day.
It poured over my arms like warm syrup,
dripping into my pores and seeping through my veins.
pulled my legs up onto the chest I sat on
let the rays caress my bare feet, too.
It was a shocking blessing,
like an unexpected but welcome kiss,
like a puppy tackle,
like the perfect cup of tea.
The September sun
warmed my bones,
cupped my feet,
embraced my arms,
clasped me to its chest and rocked me there.
I closed my eyes
and tasted it on my tongue.
Somewhere, the leaves were reddening and crinkling to the ground.
Snow was hushing the earth to sleep.
Mosquitoes were being born.
But just for the moment,
I curled, content and purring as a cat,
and tilted my face up
and let the September sun