September Sky

Walking along the grassy dirt road
Between the corn field and hay
Watching the low gray clouds blowing
His arm around her, hips touching
An early September sky
Last night's cold front putting
August, the summer, to bed
Quiet conversation, heads close
The clouds turning white where sunlight caught
in the widening gaps
They spoke of life's changes
And inevitable endings
A hint of fear in her voice
Sorrow in his
It could have been a good time
For their last good byes