Warning; Rough Seas Ahead!

Life adrift!

The last days of summer fade; my thoughts turn cold;

 

much like the weather I know is coming

 

Dispirited wind blows though the trees, much

 

like it blows through my thoughts, promising storms,

 

and me in nothing more than a rowboat; it was

 

sunny and calm when I set out, but now I'm

 

racing for the shore, in a desperate bid to beat the

 

foul weather soon to surround me, with nothing

 

to bail with; just my hopes and dreams,

 

but I know they won't be nearly enough, if and when

 

the coming storm breaks