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.