Along the shoreline sumac and Virginia creeper
are red accents among the pale flowers
of the late-blooming asters. The air is warm
with a trace of humidity left over from August,
but the fishermen in their powerboats are gone.
Sunlight is streaming through the green
and gold leaves at the foot of the bay.
Yellow leaves drift down to the lake's surface.
They bunch up along the shore like bathers standing
in the shallows on a summer afternoon,
as if wanting to prolong the morning, before they
yield to waves and wind and sink to the bottom
(where they soon become the muck that slides
through your toes next summer, standing
knee-deep in the cooling waters of the lake).
Copyright © 2021 by Robert Alexander