I've sat here many times.
Looking out at the muted skies.
On the brink of darkness
with a touch of blue thrown in.
Gentle the giants sit.
Waiting for their turn to dance.
Will it be tonight one asks.
The warmth in the air
declines the kind offer.
Memories will rock them for now.
Me, I dream of what they want.
Enjoying the leisure of the sun.
~ JC ~
This is the view I see while I wait
for Mr. Boatman.
He checks on our boat to make sure
it's ok for the Winter storms.