Note to self....Do not peel the husk of a walnut that is not dried and split....It will stain the fingers...duh!
It seems that even though next week is the official start of fall, I think it has been here for 2 weeks now. The sun grown weary of climbing high each day, shortens its ride.
I walked the dam of a different lake today. The poem below was the gift to me.

Time to Harvest 

Above the rip rap

upon a platform of wood, 

I stand and gaze across the

waters of time

a flood held back by

a man made dam

.... 

Where sky meets land

memories in clouds

bloom and ripen

for the harvest

.... 

There...age of 5 a

chain derailed so I

can no longer ride

.... 

Ah yes, sent from class

at the age of 8

for ignoring the teacher...

even then my mind in dreams

wandered

.... 

One by one above they glide

the sweetest one...that

first kiss

The softess and saddest...

a final hug with a grandmother

I would never see again

 ....
Time has come to harvest
the crop we have sown....

No longer climbing as high
or warming any breeze...

No longer is it a summer sun

for autumn has surely

come 

....

ccd Sept. 2011