Late summer

Wrinkled black maple leaves fall on the ground

Green crab apples dot the fruit trees (again)

Orange sun dips and dims ever slowly, a clock

unwinds, music when soft voices die-

The season in transition begins -

a limerence - short-lived- with nature

Joy in all its exuberance as rain

pouring down, refreshing as cold ice on hot day

Wilting petals, incomplete poems & unopened books

remind me that birds will soon fly south of the border

I'll bottle up this music of birdsongs

& sweetness of child's laughter in the park

The smell of smoke from grilled meats

lingers, as well as the crisp evening air that drapes the sky

With autumn grey.    With a coat, I sip warm chocolate, 

inhaling the last of summer blooms & harvest of fruits

Music, when soft voices die,

Vibrates in the memory—

–Percy Bysshe Shelley, Music when soft voices die (Note/Credit to the poet)

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Farewell to summer

End of summer strips the colors from 
         crumpled petals, 
         headless shrubs, 
         fallen goose feathers 

I won't tear
over your leaving-

         You'll settle, 
a bookmarked page- 
itching my nostrils with tulips, 
and bluebells chimed by rain  

Burning heat will soon give way to shredding
of trees, decaying of leaves, ripening of fruits

           I swell with gladness, better now
in understanding the degrees 
                              of seasonal changes-  
spearing my sadness at bay-   

The sun always spill
            your laughter 
            over darkening garden
                                with decisive strokes
            over coming winter slopes
                                with luminous stillness

and over my words
           streaking your wild yellow
           seeds
           


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