Eulogy To Summer

Ink lings

pressed rose

The trees are naked now
Branches shiver in the wind
Bold strokes of orange
Paint the purple sky

Brittle grasses cling together
Backs turned to the chill
Like monks at prayer
Clad in cloaks of brown

Landscapes in decline
Mourn the death of flowers
In garden graveyards
Tears of rain weep upon their seed 

It is gone, I feel the pain
Of summers loss, beauty spoiled
A single rose, pressed within my pages
Sustains me til new seasons are regained

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About oldmainer

I am retired and live in southern Maine with my wife and two dogs. I started Oldmainer as an outlet for my occasional opinions and random observations, with some poetry thrown in. I welcome anyone that wants to kick back and join me here on the porch, exploring all the gifts we have been given and the memories collected. Thanks for stopping by.
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One Response to Eulogy To Summer

  1. Did I tell you it’s spring here? đŸ˜‰ Nice piece BTW.


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