Pennsylvania in September

is sunscreen and cinnamon

with zucchini bread

and roadkill on the side.

We wear sweaters and shorts

and go wading in potholes.

Pumpkins and watermelons

are carved with equal zeal

in valleys between lush green hills

that are starting to go to seed.

From the porch, I can hear cows

lowing their farewells to the crickets.