Eulogy To Summer

 

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

About oldmainer

I am a retired manager living in Southern Maine and a would be writer of poetry, narratives, short stories, and random opinions, and that's how Oldmainer was born. Recently, I decided to try an experiment. I added photography to the mix, using only a cheap cell phone with a limited camera and the editing software that came with it, and added the blog site Inklings at poormanspoet.wordpress.com to showcase the results. So, feel free to use whatever you find interesting or worthy, but please honor the terms of my copyright when and if you do. They may not be much, but they are still a piece of me. I appreciate your checking me out and hope that you find something that will encourage a return visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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2 Responses to Eulogy To Summer

  1. quiall says:

    Beautifully said . . .

    Like

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