i'll try again

raise my hand to feel the wind
very cold breeze churning in
i look around, leaves are falling
mistletoes; summer grass drying

i pick a tee, press to the ground
atop the beautifully manicured mound
i swing my driver through and pro
to have a feel when to let go

titanium ping breaks the silence; play
goes up; gently comes down; rolls to fairway
a swish of nine i'm on the green
pin is too far; i'll try again