The smell of winter in the air
a momentary silence
without a care.
The distant memory of you, now gone ahead... of Dutch Lake days,
The heat, sizzling blue above and morning swims upon the liquid glass we love.
Spring lily pads begin to bob, summer's heat slips suddenly away, fall's last days sneak in
and yet we still play...
We paddled out towards flaming golden trees as leaves swirl to mark the path for you and me...
Sliding along escorted by the loon - how many times will I see this in Deja Vu?
These thoughts fading in and out of view
I'm so thankful to have these full season memories of you.
HHLHB / November 15, 2024
