Posts Tagged ‘autumn’

The falling leaves drift by the window
The autumn leaves of red and gold….
I see your lips, the summer kisses
The sunburned hands, I used to hold
– jacques prévert

Sorry for disappearing.  Well, I’ve not actually disappeared, in fact I was probably walking along the shores of this lost little lake.  Maybe I was taking pictures of a caged lion or hiking through the dark woods of my local park under the glow of a harvest moon.  Maybe I was nursing what seems to be a little stress fracture on my foot , while watching the local team get taken to school.  Maybe I was working on a website.  My work list recently has been growing exponentially. Maybe I was sitting right here being amazed by how well my move from Windows XP to Windows 7 actually was going. The techies will appreciate that most all of my shareware, emulators, and other old or odd software worked.  Quickbooks 2000 didn’t… But whatever I’ve been doing, I’ve not been kayaking recently.  That will change of course.  In life we wear many costumes.  The difference between love & obsession is in the pauses we take.  For the moment I’ve simply paused to watch the earth slide into the oncoming deep freeze from the vantage point of dry shoes.

Gardens and trash cans
Hoodie and Chuck-T’s
Arm,Fingers, and Hands
Don’t slow down
– Matt & Kim

Each of the last two days I’ve spent time out on the trails around the local park.  As much as I might want to deny it the coming death of summer is as clear as the sound of screeching brakes on a highway.  The more stressed of the forest trees are beginning to turn, the heat of the sun can’t quite chase the chill out of the mid-day air, the days of rain are beginning to outnumber the days of sun. My Ipod is filling with indie rock once again.  It’s that time of year.  Oh yeah, and P&H has some new kayaks on the way… I think I have another post about that.. Now let’s see here… what drawer did I put that post in!??

Funny how my memory slips
while looking over manuscripts
Of unpublished rhyme
Drinking my vodka and lime

But look around, leaves are brown now
And the sky is a hazy shade of winter
- paul simon