Sun dapples leaves
soft light:: I’m straining towards
a white out.
Living mirages of sea
where you bob an 8 knot
wind.
Are you thinking more of me?
Out there between placid sand
& whale’s tail………
(The other side of midnight beckons.)
Here there is no light
only the halo of the trees
pretends to it.
I’m shrinking in the lack:
while all around fruit falls
for autumn.
Here is golden:
waiting for a sign
of harvest pledge
a bright promise that
next year will bring
more together.