Slowly the night draws in
to meet the day
at the going out
of summer
A coolness tending
towards the chilly
colours creeping
into the leaves
The frantic rush of summer
calming down towards
the limpid calm
of an early autumn day
The sun moves west
reflecting brightly
in motionless
water
Windows on the west
at equinox time
Windows on the east
a September morn
The last midge bites
the first autumn storm
looms in the near future
Autumn is here
Winter waits in the isle
ReplyDeleteAlmost like a bride,
Shy and innocent,
Autumn must pass.
I have wandered like lost soul through your words looking for what I do not know.I search for the question not any answer. Your words were like a haven on the journey that is my home and I would welcome you as a friend at any port where you care to land. Evie waits to welcome you.as it still does to greet me as a shy stranger.
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