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.