Raking Leaves

Gathering orange, red, and yellow flecks of light,
Bringing into piled abundance the crisp noise of fall,
Hugging the bright blue canopy above to my soul,
Resting the fanned rake against my shoulder,
As I smell the rusty mustiness of it all,
I miss this totally.

Shoreline farewell

The empty boat house
Red-leaved flags waving farewell to summer
Waters quietly reminiscing
Over the summer's days of shouts and laughter
And the nights of smoky talk under starry skies.
Resigned to the cold winter waiting to come.