summer has been swallowed
first by the playful autumn
and now by the brutal winter

the sailboats have disappeared
their colorful sails neatly folded
like large forehead wrinkles
frowning at the blowing snow
and the ice sheets gliding now
where the boats once sailed

just the other day
we watched a lone bald eagle dip and soar
over the boats along the lakeshore
before vanishing into the nearby woods
we marveled at his curiosity
and wondered whether he missed the boats
and the summer
as much as we did