AMBER HUES

Notoriously, the breeze shifted its course,
And was the wind winding through weeping willows.
Light cool mist, September rain, coated his lips.
He tasted summer's sweet, swift retreat.
Motionless, out on the Novesink, The River,
Well-heeled yachts began a Strauss waltz,
While a neighboring dinghy did delightfully dance;
Danced a jig on melodic crests of sea-filled water.
Oh how he is drawn to this place of place, this peace,
Awakened by Amber Hues of summer's setting sun.
Now, as the droplets clustered and rolled down to his chin,
Then one by one parachuted safely to earth,
He heard the crisp snap of tender seasoned branches,
As he turned to head towards home.