I'm Walt. And I'm Marie Elena.
This is the collaboration of two kindred spirits; partners in rhyme;
"the best friends we've never met."
All "Across the Lake. Eerily."

Wednesday, September 8, 2010


As earlier the moon begins to rise,
and sun sets in the peached and purpled sky,
so even birds and animals surmise
that fall is in the air -- though slightly shy.

Don’t let her cool appearance disconcert,
for she can be as warm as amber‘s core.
Her sun, no longer brass, will toy and flirt,
as dazzling colors soon come to the fore.

As summer takes her leave, she bids farewell.
Yet I, for one, cannot feign grand despair.
She failed to cast on me her storied spell.
I’ll welcome autumn’s palette, and brisk air.

As summertime releases sultry hold,
I watch for autumn’s magic to unfold.
Marie Elena


  1. I do hear your sentiments, Marie, but I do not share them. I will miss summer. Here it did not take a graceful exit. It was here one day, gone the next. I fear it will not return. (Thank you for your nice comment in my blog one day recently.)

  2. The palette is full and waiting for the canvas to be primed. The transition is breif, but dynamic.

  3. Thanks to both of you.

    Mary, your writing reflects your sweet personality. I hope to make it over to your blog more often.