Today, 02:17 AM
I step on deck to watch the dawn,
all’s quiet on the bay,
and when the mist has burnt away
we’ll have a fine new day.
The forest wears its mantel now
of brown and gold and red,
for burning summer days have passed,
and fall is here instead.
Great delta-flights of honking geese
return to winter waters,
and cooler winds blow on the bay,
they’re telling me it’s time I was away,
so now I’ll raise the anchor,
set course for warmer seas
and head down south to sandy keys,
but next year I’ll be here again,
amongst these golden trees.
This was an excercise for me in meter and imagery.
all’s quiet on the bay,
and when the mist has burnt away
we’ll have a fine new day.
The forest wears its mantel now
of brown and gold and red,
for burning summer days have passed,
and fall is here instead.
Great delta-flights of honking geese
return to winter waters,
and cooler winds blow on the bay,
they’re telling me it’s time I was away,
so now I’ll raise the anchor,
set course for warmer seas
and head down south to sandy keys,
but next year I’ll be here again,
amongst these golden trees.
This was an excercise for me in meter and imagery.


