Late afternoon sun on the deck,
such a lovely day, no wind, oak
leaves falling, low angle sun
drenched in yellow, orange and
shades of autumn haunt these
pristine days of nothing to do.
October sun near setting,
alive with passion for those
who want warmth and will
not wait for evening to bed.
deer, bobcats, quail prowling
about, perhaps hunting.
Winter soon with us, squirrels
scurry to and fro, finding acorns,
alarming friends of people or
predators too near. The deck
awash in waves of warm light,
the crashing surf of sleepiness.
Late afternoon sun on the deck,
a nap the perfect ending of day’s
chores and cares. the sun setting
with heat and definite abidance
to life’s plan. Like the silent animals
in our yard, age creeps upon us.
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