looking ashore I
do spot what a day feels like
do feel in a spot like

a hugging harbour
holds me at shore, throwing salt
glass ocean reflects

foraged blueberries
along fallen and tawny
fruitful in ponder

here it is fall like
i shall go along with it
changing as it does

a foggiest day
along stones and beachy rocks
as weathered, as strong

dusk in those places
that time of day to notice
in paused memory

mist drenches my bone
a morn with a warming chill
foghorns start my heart

quiet in forests
with tall pines and evergreens
all still but a breeze

dusk horizon sets
orange sun falling asleep
dreaming Autumn dreams

heave away evening
cast to places overseas
ground yourself ashore