and Fall is
in the air;
the leaves
shift
in coastal breeze.
schooling salmon
and
angle of light.
bald eagle that was
mottled
with its plumage of
infancy, back when
i first moved
into this island
cabin in May,
it now wears
its near-full bald head
and tail, its
black body,
as it grows into
its maturity.
the sunsets
have been spectacular
and i wear their glow
in my humming
heart. yesterday rain dimpled
the wind shattered
bay
as a full rainbow stretched
from mountain
to mountain.
later that evening i
fired up the aluminum
skiff i rent
in tandem with
the cabin,
and went
for a 40
minute cruise
into the ore of setting
sun. Fall
dusting my skin
just as sea-spray
kaleidoscope’d off aluminum
bough, bouncing
in the late-evening
swell. my cabin’d skin
later drying
to a warm powder, coated
in ocean salt
and
Summer’s memory.
Fall,
sheltering me
in hope’s haunting
glow.
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