Trees....it's that time again...

...it's that time again in a place

called August that is not quite sure

who it is or where it wants to be

with summer that has already begun

taking on the tinge of memory again?

with fall the season of visual overload

and angst at what lies ahead?

stay with me here awhile as we ponder

this development that crept up on us

when we weren't looking that went the way

of muggy nights and steamy days when

even the birds were silent and the moon

strained toward its usual intensity

moody as it slipped in and out from behind

mists it never ordered

soon it will all change again and i'll behold

you all in your autumn splendor brief interlude

before the real fall

before the sentence ends

the period applied.


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Trees...he is a speck

Trees

 

 

he is a speck

moving across

your white sea

a shape

 

shifting

stopping

to reconnoiter

before moving on

to the next spot

where fish might

be waiting

hours pass

during which I wonder

does he ponder

his current state

and the fact that

if not for the ice

he wouldn't be

there

at all

or does he look at you

around him

what can you

be thinking

ringing the pond

that way

bare bones

against

an equally bare sky

where the sun

does not lie

but shows all

he leaves once

goes ashore

then returns to sit

and waits

and waits

one jot

on a bare canvas

one man

alone

with that sky

with that stillness

then he is gone

no trace of him

from this distance

other than

a tiny memory

shadow

there

on a white

waveless sea

and

that stillness

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