Autumn Sun

To take hold of

The last warm rays

Of the early evening sun

Is worth every shiny copper penny

To walk across the street

To the park

Without shadows
Of tall trees

There

And toast in orange-yellow

Heat

In green grass

It’s Autumn

The sun is setting

Lower

And earlier

The freshly washed

Laundry

Back there

Hung on the line

With wooden clothes pins

Only an hour ago

Wishes

It could 

Do the same

As me