Vineyard leaves show autumn’s dying colors, 
Each year brings beginnings and ending,
Rusty roofs by country roads show the same 
Decay disguised as the picturesque, 
What fruit still to fall won’t last much longer 
But there beyond the evergreen forest,
The ocean waits and waits in its timeless beauty.
  
The dimly lit cabin shines in its way 
Above the fog-shrouded gray ocean 
Near streets and roads with their processional, 
Clusters of pink naked ladies in bloom, 
The annual amaryllis, not noticed 
By the town’s many strutting ravens proud 
In their black-feathered stovepipe, fogbound overcoats.
  
The faded pictures framed on the wood walls
Remind us of our mortality as 
The ocean disappears into the night,
The fires in the stove burns as brightly
As it ever did for the long deceased owner 
Who knew that waves will break on nearby rocks,
Last longer than her posthumous hospitality.