How can it be that fall is
settling all around me?
I am not ready for the rusting
and rustling of seasons in change.
How can there be frost when
my face is still tanned?
I still feel summer's steamy glow and
beach breezes blowing thru my hair.
I can still hear the waves crashing to
the shore, still recall the awe of endless
horizons illuminated in constant color.
For all it's brilliance, there are no hues
of ocean blue on fall's palette ...
The crackling crunch of dried leaves
can't content me the way walking barefoot
in the tide with you by my side did.
Try as they might, the musk and smoky smells
of this season are simply no match for the
dusky scent of wet sand and surf.
Winter's skies of pewter promise silver flaked snowfalls,
still that cant compete with the anticipation I felt
waking to shorelines saturated in sunrise.
No, I did not notice the days slipping away,
I missed the calendar pages falling into Fall.
I was distracted by sunset's solstice surrender to
mirrored moonrises of September's splendor.
My apologies to fall's foliage of ambered orange.
Autumn's auburn arrival comes in on crimson caress,
still, I'm not impressed for I'm held here under duress.
You see, I left so much of me there in the sand
where you wrote my name and held out your hand.
Winter will happen without me this year ...
I'm no longer here ... in spirit I still linger on the pier.
It was always meant to be ... the best of me ... stay with the sea ...
sand swept ...
tide taken ...
summer sequestered ...
(September solstice pink moonrise)
12 amazing days turned a promise kept into "Forever September"
Thank you Mark, for the endless summer, for showing me the blue.
Thank you Kris for capturing so many memories with your gifted eye.
Thank you Kari for helping me share the photos, for all you do.
top 2 photos Copyright K.H.2002
No one has ever shown me how to see the world the way I see it now ...
and I never saw blue like that before
[This message has been edited by Janet Marie (11-17-2002 10:46 PM).]