The weight of winter builds
to lean against the summer dam,
The dark deep waters whisper, fading, softly
Here I am.
Distant cousins to the summer siblings
that we knew,
Winter takes an artless brush to
paint our reverie
The water forces flowers and sticks apart,
Sending sunlit smiles downstream.
as sediment on a coastal shelf
(A family smiling in the surf)
A hilltop moment, headlight beam.
Jon Hamp 2021
Kelston Roundhill on a clear December day.