The aches throb. Even the sensations of fatigue have tired. The sleepless night, the challenging day facing students that had a week off, the planning of a poetry jam: They were the breakers. I was the eroding shore. But the Irish song is right: I “weathered the storm” and came “out smiling in the end.”
fading light
the emergance
of frog-croaking
Still, I would rather enjoy another picnic. Like the one we had at Boscobel, where the Hudson Valley Shakespear Company would later perform one of the Bard’s comedies. We enjoyed bread, proscuitt and cheese, washing it down with a pinot noir, all while lying on our favorite picnic blanket. Or a simpler affair, in which Mira and I visited a popular Vineyard in New Paltz, New York–one of the many on the Hudson Valley Wine Trail. Seated in our lawn chairs, we ate homemade empenadas and a tasty salad while sharing a house red. These are far better waves to ride then the storm-tossed riptides I so recently survived. Nevertheless, a time for pleasant picnicking will return someday. Let me enjoy this smile at the end of my latest stormriding in the meantime.
starlight
that family of deer
graze in the yard
for dVerse Poets’ Haibun Monday – That Picnic (pubtended by Gina)
#NaPoWriMo2019 / #GloPoWriMo2019 29/30
WD April PAD 2019 29/30
Frank J. Tassone 
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