Summer’s Ashes

Fully exposed
and hardened into concrete

This beach no longer records

Where gulls
once abundantly wheeled

Overhead, an empty sky is
on the fly

The wind
has run the clouds ragged

Snow in the forecast has fallen

At my feet
the lake crashes and slaps

December has yet to freeze
its expanse

So before
it thickens into a sealed grave

I gather and scatter a fistful of
summer’s ashes

Crumbled leaves
swirling in the murky water



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