September, Isles of Shoals
At rest on old wooden rockers
with basket weave seats
along porch of Oceanic Hotel;
beach plums have ripened;
flocks of cormorants gather;
cricket chorus drowned by
constant call of gulls
from slick granite rocks
that line the shore.
In distance, slant of rain
skids across the bay;
light turns from yellow to gray;
lightening flashes illuminate sky;
sailboats strain to reach harbor
as storm approaches Star Island.
Lainie Senechal