surviving week two

rainy Sunday in week one,
with no end in sight

a new day,

one day at a time

no lifeguard today,
you're on your own

autumn in the woods,
where is the fall color

a glimpse of the past,
but it's fall already

abandoned,

summer is over

the last days of summer. . .

crossing the bridge. . .
or it's water under the bridge

a dark day in the world of opera

the overpass and the tracks,
and a summer that is fading away

a slither of blue sky,
it's still summer

at the store, somewhere
in the middle of nowhere

a stop sign

the cafe,
and its message of the day

sunset in tranquility,
are you not?

ascending the stairs,
and expecting something different

at the beach,
a desperate getaway

stranded on Main Street,
on day one of the vacation

the remains of a forest,

a reminder of our past
and a future not so green