Bent and Beat

have you ever seen
been to a place
where it seems that fall has slipped in a bit too early?
green and brown
jade and decomposition
the river in white and blue strums a tune
waterfall arpeggios,
a bobbing lodgepole keeps time
in a grove, between four pine spires
near a grey picnic table covered with a tablecloth of moss
the four of us seem suddenly so young
small
and even more
a part of everything
and each other