Watery memories of summer, sun streaked and showy
the texture of perfect loveliness


the sea’s desire a kind of praise
a creature of summer, herself, rounded
and full, the roll of her hips
the twirl of her hand

water, kelp, mountain, leaf
like a jazz dancer


adorned in improvisations
of quickened light and color and movement,


she glides away casually without looking back
ventures behind a moon of blue and


sways to the decaying tune of September.








5 thoughts on “It’s Time to Say Au Revoir (to summer)”

  1. The poem is lovely, especially that last line. "sways to the decaying tune of September" is perfect.

    I must confess – the first photo was what compelled my attention. In a bit of wonderful serendipity, I can report that I spent a couple of hours this afternoon sanding two "fists" like that on a Grand Banks trawler. I love refinishing Grand Banks — those long stretches of wood! – but those trim pieces do take patience.

    I love the rougher-hewn nature of this one, particularly with the lovely scenery in the background.

  2. Interesting work you do; must be in part, meditative. This boat, a Taiwanese trawler makes for lovely cruising in Prince William Sound. I have to wonder who did the original wood work; how did he live, what sorts of activities consumed his days. The long histories of boats…so captivating.

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