Ember

A poem

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drunk on rosehip wine and sunlight
filtered through the scent of pine
and fresh-cut grass as it wafts
over the Lachine canal
I watch the first ember of fall
dance its way towards the forest floor
lithe, yellow and premature
lily-fingered leaves embracing
dark, damp earth — ready
to become, and in this matinee
I am home