By Dan Farkas
Suddenly…October; the breeze less gentle, more insistent, harbors a chill that suggests zipping the hoodie.
Cloud bottoms with pinkish hues, sunset hidden by leaves soon to succumb full-on to autumn. The contrast with the rippling, steel-gray, Great Lake demonstrates Nature’s peerless artistry. Fine, wispy clouds hold their positions against the wind with stubbornness, committed to evening’s beauty.
In the gloaming; the egret shadowed, glides downward over Lake Erie, the breakwall, the marina, revealing herself in silhouette. Graceful, tree-obscured descent; ugly, jagged feet protrude, askew and incongruent with the poise she displays.
Geese fly eastward across the carbon lake, squawking, pulling their V tighter. Gone; raucous noisiness replaced by crickets’ metronomic rhythm.
The wind calms, the treetops’ dance slows. A dog complains, then quiets. Summer exhales; a good evening in the hospice of its existence, its demise inevitable. Its presence tonight vexes; pleasant, yet full of portent.
Dr. Daniel H. Farkas is an accomplished molecular pathologist who has published extensively and spoken on the topic internationally. Dan Farkas, on the other hand, is an itinerant New Yorker currently exiled in Cleveland. His joys in life come from creative writing, photography, Elton John, Steely Dan, his wife and kids, and sometimes the NY Rangers. The anthology is near 50,000 words and coming along smartly.
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