The first bite of watermelon 

brings back the crash of the tides 

waves of sweet, cold sea foam 

spraying onto gleaming skin 

A house stands on crooked stilts 

On the edge of a cliff 

Braced only by 

Wood beams and 

Rocky shoulders 

Autumn –

the fall of old things before new

tips of green tinged golden brown with decay

catching the sun on shining edges