27 Oct 2015 – Sunset: Lake Quannapowitt, Wakefield, Massachusetts

Shimmering furrows of cold corrugation
smoothing to silence, winds called home for supper.
Mirrors to tin, now a blessing of charcoals;
sunset to headlights, the walkers all vanish.

Marshmellow moon spiked up high in the pine tops.
Maple leaf bonfires, raging October:
rust reds, bright golds shed the last husks of Summer.
Last scents of earth ’til the sleeper remembers.

The living forget what the iron bells keep saying:
cogs in a carousel only serve barkers.
All your bright colors will give way to Winter,
every stone heart will be ground to feed flowers.