Poem

Autumn Tale

Summer's gone

stow the screens, tarp the chairs, try to recall

the joke she

told by the fire near the lake under

a low moon,

was the dog still here, were the kids gone yet?

So long to

late night swims dipped to the neck in black ink

peppered with

starlight that rode the ripples in winking

cadence while

our hands moved like unseen fish brushing by.

Unnoticed,

autumn settled softly, rounded edges,

hooded eyes,

sifted in, buried us up to the neck,

warm, amazed

that the endless adventure was only

a tale told

by a fire, near a lake, ending, sweet.

November 18, 2011