Monday, October 3, 2016


It is nothing now
Like mist
Kissed by yellow sun
It was here
Then gone
And we are nearer
to the
Hollow-eyed, gaping
Waiting for winter

After the warmer hours
Brushed flowers
And pink laughter
On the cheeks
Of days and weeks
It is nothing now
But the pallid applause
Fading in the
Of a summer
That was

© Janet Martin

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