Good Days

Fudgy smells, crashing waves, sandy feels

I’m finally here
Mackinaw
The sidewalks are flowing with people
And leftover sand from beach trips
The lake is littered with ferries and boats
Excited toddlers leaping from their mothers
The smell of fudge is intoxicating
The water glimmering more than a diamond ring
Take one last look
Before it’s gone in the winter glory.

Build Up

The sky is an open faucet
Turning the ground into a wet sponge
The sky lighting up, just to reveal the damage it’s done
The small gentle stream has been turned into a fast crashing river
Sturdy trees get knocked down
Tall grass being whipped around
If only it ended as peaceful as it started.

Don’t Be Shy

The tired sun barley peaking over the horizon
Doing nothing to warm the frozen Earth around me
Cold air bites at my skin
Making my cheeks rosy red
The wind around me making everything dance
Thin leaves slowly plummeting to the cold wet grass.
Fall is just starting to show itself
But only in the lonely hours of the morning.