walking

the breath of warm air against my right arm
wheat colored grasses brushing my left hand
i'm listening for the dog tags to make sure she's
not too far behind
the sun is setting earlier and the colors
on the rock face glitter then fade to grey.
summer is slipping into fall
every pore feels the rising chill
before its arrival, we know it is coming
we anticipate snow and sharp blue skies,
but let us linger with the warm breeze
on our skin, let us linger.