Last Swim Of The Year, Hampstead Pond Poem by Anita Wisniewska

Water in autumn light

Rolls silky, fat, gleaming

Solid as mercury

Ripples softly at the edges

Whispering that summer Is not lost, but just resting

Fading gently Into its other dimension.

Pale scented shapes

Of first yellow leaves

Are friendly ghosts

Like the disappointed hopes

I will not allow To hurt any more.

I will remember only

These good places

As I float quietly

Turning my face to the sky

Timeless, indestructible As my dreams.