When I left a meeting in Santa Barbara this evening, there was a heavy fog and a cold mist. I had to use the windshield wipers, intermittently, all the way home. When I arrived in Carpinteria, and stopped at the grocery store for potatoes and a bottle of Smart Water, I had to get my jacket from the back of the truck and put it on.

I guess this means summer is dying. So in honor of its warm blessing and its ubiquitous and subtle joys, I offer this …

This is Just to Say

I have eaten

the plums

that were in

the icebox

and which you were probably

saving

for breakfast

Forgive me

they were delicious

so sweet

and so cold

– William Carlos Williams