9/21/14 Mist Is Shrouding The Long Expanse Of Mountain Range, Still, At Noon

Mist is shrouding the long expanse of the mountain range, still, at noon; 

as a long line of cars patiently moves behind a farmer's tractor, 

pulling haying equipment, 

so that all of us can eat. 


Farmstands bustle with a colorful rich harvest, 





while the once grid-locked Fleamarket slowly 
dwindles to its close .

Come dark, out amongst the stars, you catch the sounds of the outside parties, 
with bands, down the hill and around the curving road, 
at Mitch's Marina, 

all the RV folk living there and the boaters , too,
 enjoying the last few flings of fun and easy warm times 
and outdoor lights and dance. 

All before the nascent Fall, and then deep Winter, 
slowly pulls us tight into their cold dark arms.