Allen Creek:
Yellow tamaracks in the late August light,
crooked,
bare.
The needles slowly fall.
Fall,
that old feeling is back,
nostalgia,
loneliness.
It's hard to put a finger on it;
a fear of the death from winter.
Longing,
for the summer warmth.
A cold breeze sneaks up on you,
as you try to capture this moment,
of white light,
endlessly surrounding you.