your favorite hat

the wind

catches your hat and sends it

flying.

you're not as quick

as you used to be,

but still

you chase after it.

it's your favorite hat,

worn

and frayed,

the bill

discolored.

your team logo 

faded, but still intact.

it's a windy day,

the clouds

are full of rain about to fall.

the lake,

blue as slate,

is down the hill

where the hat is determined

to go.

it's beautiful out

with the trees around

the cove

turning colors.

it's a perfect day for a stroll.

a time to chase.