The days slid away, in step
with the turning of the leaves,
until the summer sun
became only a distant thought.
The screaming gleeful voices,
once more were silenced, by the absence
of the boats, hidden under
their winter coats, for safekeeping.
Black and white ducks paddled, and dunked
heads for fish, as they effortlessly fanned out on
vacant water tops.
Osprey swooped and coasted, turned and glided,
whistling to each other, before diving for dinner.
The fog rolled in with the morning tide,
and brought checkered sea lions, who preferred
to perch on vacant rafts, in the autumn drizzle.
Herons stood like statues at waters edge, peering
intently into the distance, safe with the silence.
The whoosh, swoosh, dipping
and slicing of the kayak paddle,
seamlessly measured the passing of the season,
that October morning.