When summer drops her azure gaze
It seems the whole earth knows
The scope of her allotted days
Is drawing to a close
As violet waves and golden streams
Don somber cloaks of rust
And petals drop forsaken dreams
To sepulchers of dust
Now stillness threads limbs, bare and stark
Where just a glance before
Bird-song and breezes tuned the park
And laughed on summer’s shore
The timbre of June's lilting mirth
Has lulled into a moan
As unseen fingers strip the earth
Of summer’s flowered throne
The flaming sumac steals the show
Her bold disdain is brief
Soon her bright, crimson tears will flow
With summer’s trampled leaf
Into a sea of seasons past
To tune the harps that play
Where every little leaf is cast
On shores of yesterday
Janet Martin
You write so well to prompts, but when you write without prompts, wow! This is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteJanet, you give a voice to the end of summer. All is in transition now, and we have to find the beauty in each day.
ReplyDeleteMike,thank-you. I love the challenge of trying to write to a prompt, but I'm sure you agree there is nothing like the poem that is suddenly inspired by a word or a thought you simply grab on to and see where it takes you:) What is the quote by Carl Sandburg? something to the effect of 'commanding a poet to write a poem is like telling a pregnant woman to give birth to a red-haired baby':)
ReplyDeleteHi Mary, Thank-you, yes we try to drink in the beauty now for it is unraveling as we speak!
What a delight! I particularly like this: 'As unseen fingers strip the earth'
ReplyDeleteearlybird, thank-you so much. is 'every tree a flower' right now in Australia?
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