sit by the lake
Listening to the swiftly flowing music.
The trees slowly tilt to the west.
A blue veil is swept over the horizon.
It seems as though
The wolf is chasing the moon,
But one summer, one winter and one fall
Are all yet to come.
I stand by the dock
Listening to the crickets’ songs.
Their beady eyes glimmer in the moonlight.
The ducks fly to the south,
The cold breeze soothes my hands.
I close my eyes,
Invisible animals are spinning around me,
But one summer, one winter and one fall
Are all yet to come.
My lips go numb
And my hair blows in the breeze.
I step inside,
I put a cup of hot apple cider to my lips
My boots are overflowing with water
Like an ocean,
An ocean swirling around an island.
I think about the wonders I saw.
I tiptoe outside
And slowly lie down on the grass
And stare at the stars, But what remains a mystery is
One summer, one winter and one fall
Are all yet to come.
