Genoa Bay

Ceruleun skies

led me outdoors,

along winding roads,

to a little spit of land

where water meets stone

and starfish live,

where mussels adorn

hard edges

and cling to mooring ropes,

where weathered wood

and rusted metal

support floating homes

and potted gardens,

where strawberries grow

next to salt water,

and tall sunflowers

nod against rust brown trellises,

where yellow boats
sport dark red sails, 

and weathered jetties

bridge still waters

mirroring gold leaves.

I found Autumn there.

She reached out warm hued fingers

and took my heart
gently
in her hands.

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