Late summer

  Sun dapples leavessoft light::  I’m straining towardsa white out. Living mirages of seawhere you bob an 8 knotwind. Are you thinking more of me?Out there between placid sand& whale’s tail……… (The other side of midnight beckons.) Here there is no lightonly the halo of the treespretends to it. I’m shrinking in the lack:while all around fruit fallsfor autumn. Here is golden:waiting for a signof harvest pledge a bright promise thatnext year will bringmore together.