The Wet, Cold Wind

The wet, cold wind

interloping

upon a much too short

summer flees

momentarily

leaving a dry, brisk breeze

and the ever-beckoned

sun

makes a surprise

visit on Sunday saving

the otherwise

lost weekend.

The two play and cavort

in the afternoon

ducking and hiding and

reappearing

among the blowing branches

of pine, oak, beech and poplar.

A couple hikes near

the Big Lake.

Their Chocolate Lab

sneezes in the breeze,

listens to trees

and then romps

down the trail

as the sun teasingly

begins to flee

and the breeze,

all alone, retreats

to the inland sea.

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