remembering summer #5

50 degrees when I swim
this early sunny august
morn a stiff north wind
but these choppy waves
are the same temperature
as yesterday and last week
 
while I dry off on the hill
I am gladdened to see
before a rotting log a
sentinel stand of pure
white indian pipes they’ve
sprung up in the night not
grown in that spot before

This article appears in Nov 6-12, 2014.