NIGHT BOUND

In the last drift
away from the islands
my orange kayak lands
to be anchored
on the Autumn sands
near the airy birch woods
by the crimson Evergreens
and alder trees
as two deer scatter
in a memory of arid earth
the new breeze
rises though the echoes
of the home harbor trees,
only your verse consoles
the children on the playground
by a once sunshine of a forest
over the river starred beds
amid the hidden cloudy mists
covering the darkness of waters
as fugitive storm clouds move
in a chaos of snow flakes
along an estuary
as silence falls for the night
near the meadow fields
by the greensward tall dunes
amidst shadows
of the next first light.