"The Hollow"

Launch time
Has been long awaited
Preparation completed
List checked
Rods, reels, tackle
Boots, coveralls, gloves
Hot drinks, hot pads, a good cigar
December is finally here
Gone are the dew-laden fields at sunrise
And rainbows before sunset
Leaves have fallen
The north wind blows
Gray clouds have the look of snow
As if someone left winter’s door ajar
At first light, in vaporous splendor
Dormant mirrored images
Shimmer in quiescent tranquility
For the ones
Who want to push winter
Away for another day
They will just have to wait
For the bluebells to bloom in May
For the ones
Who fish the cold water
Of the “The Hollow”
Only imaginary warmth comes
To those who dream to follow
And sadness and sorrow shared
With the return of the swallow

-Roy (Bud) Bonefish Nave