Weekly Muse

Plunk!

The firm grip of the golf club
may give anyone who plays calluses and blisters
but gifts the avid and devoted golfer
a touch that is
soft, warm, and encouraging

Blocking out
the excitement, anxiety, tentativeness,
and the voice in the head
that comes to you with reminders of
all the little things that perfect the swing

The taste of excitement fills the body
as the golf ball rockets off the clubface
miles onto the fairway.
Strutting across the course, feeling invincible,
you slow down to take in the moment

As the golfer lines up the putt
the amazingly bright colors of the autumn leaves
come into view, distracting,
blurring together to form an array of
reds, yellows, oranges, and every color in between

Plunk!
the unforgettable sound of the golf ball
rattling the cup
enlivens and excites the heart
causing it to skip a beat

The smell of the first frost
fills the body with coolness
you shiver as you walk up the last hole
weary that this might just be the last day of golf
you are glad that it was such a nice round

You say your goodbyes
to the colors, smells, sights, and touch of golf
now walking up to the green you cry out in anguish
as the golfer's least favorite season
lays its last finger around you.

(LGP)