Off her curtains delicately
She takes the little ones outside, else she **** them where they light
And lets them fly free in the humid October wind

Sunshine has brought the late summer smoothly home to our cottage
Back from the razor cuts of autumn’s chilling rain

Like tiny cooking woks in reddish copper, overturned and spotted black
Lady bugs of late fall,
Busting out like small brown flower buds around the house,
Wings like petals

Inside and out
Skiing down outside our window panes, boarding towards safety,
Falling free,
Crawling on curtains, digging in tight

She sets these free for one more chance
Saving them
As I would
Seeing the bond that those who do must honor
And try to overturn the tumble that we toss in like weeds
And right ourselves and stop the spin