Saturday, September 3, 2016

Bracing For Fall or Of Summer Spent



 Is there any emptier feeling in the home than when a child moves out for school?
Hugs all around to parents who suddenly find their arms aching for a Summer that is no more...



What pangs do autumn’s hearts torment
With love’s demands when hands are stripped
And trees are lamp-posts, yellow-dipped
And primed for summer-less lament

Ah, life is cursed with discontent
And hollow hurt of letting go
While mouths make promises we know
Will not reimburse summer spent

…so we stand tall and say hello
To newcomers in this Fall place
Of arms still aching to embrace
What time insists on weaning…oh,

The air is like a map we trace
Back to That Shangri-La before
We staggered beneath the loud roar
Of empty room and packed suitcase


What pangs do autumn’s hearts torment
With love’s demands when hands are stripped
And lands are unkempt, yellow-dipped
And primed for Time's timeless lament

© Janet Martin

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