over Great Lake
waters.An eerie sense
of finality raises over the
horizon and blends frantically
with the darkening cloud patches,
traces of Summer becoming fainter
memories. Autumn waits ever impatiently,
fighting for a dominance; prominence, meeting
resistance. In the distance, a lone boat tracks, sail
billowed in the stiff breeze, a genteel serenity commands
the late afternoon. You swoon over the beauty as it faintly
waves of emotions and Erie’s redundant tide.
A whiff of warmth lingers, as you can count the fingers on one hand
the number of the times the lake had disappointed. Turning
toward shore, the shifting wind brings the single
sailor homeward. Summer sets sail.