Seattle

Watch as the moon holds her breath, then

slip-hides silently behind the midnight

cloud cover,

exhaling radiance as

she is inevitably revealed.

I am back-lit by burning incandescence;

I am surrounded by decadence.

The chill of incipient autumn,

the thrill of seasonal espionage,

a deep freeze concealed amidst

an Indian summer --

It keeps my body alive,

limbs shivering

instead of stagnating.

How else can we all survive.