“I’m always sentimental this time of year”, I told Matt and Victoria
yesterday while we husked corn, “Because the beginning of another school year
marks the official end of summer, not the date of September 23rd
indicated on the calendar”.
Laughter tangles
With sultry breeze
As present tangles
With memories
Hint of fall tangles
Summer's tress
My full life tangles
With emptiness
Heart strings tangle
With the Intangible
Tangling with Something
Words cannot spell
Kiss tangles with tears
…yes, I confess
My life and love
Are a sweet, tangled mess
© Janet Martin
Gorgeous corn!
ReplyDeleteThe poem is pretty nice, too :-)
:) it was a golden day in SO many ways.
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