I'd driven through traffic
was almost home
I'd come to the bay
hadn't noticed how quiet
the eerie light of dusk
The road curved northward
a great pine stood
looming on shore
there in its arms
dark shape of a crow
white circle of moon
Was it night already?
Where had September gone?
Just this morning
the sky such a brilliant shade of blue
clouds like kingdoms rose
the din of children living at the beach
Sails were billowing and when I swam
I swam for hours beneath the burning sun
the breeze was warm and steady
upon my browning chest
sunset forever
stars fell overhead
It's evening now
I put my sweater on
go out in the garden
I've known for months
the pumpkins wouldn't come
I look for signs of frost.
My fingers ache with cold.
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