September in My Town - a Morning Poem

Leaves change beneath dappled skies
from which shafts of sunlight are as like to fall as rain
and lightning dances across the hills.
This city seems like an enchanted place, caught just ouside of real life
Houses hidden between the trees appear only as they're neared
and the streets are filled with a hundred thousand motorcycles,
and people who do not live here.
The call of Canada geese and monarchs southward bound
float through the air, but not leaves,
not yet.

Thanks to Christina, whose words are always beautiful, for the encouragement.