A winter lakeDraws into its depthsSunlight, yellow and orange,Fading it with cold waterSaving it for the hotLong days ahead.

He lay too longLazing in summer sunWatching children Play at the water's edgeIn the warm sand.He lay too longLegs crossedReading a bookUnder a shade treeToo long sipping lemonadeBoaters left the lakeHe lay too longBeach chairs were put awayLeaves fell, grasses brownedSand and water grew coldHe lay too longHe's long gone.

The red boat restsAbove the sandUpside down Beyond the lapping water's edge Waiting, waiting for Fishermen Waiting for children and paddles Waiting out the winterWhile Summer is on hold.