Sunday, August 12, 2007

Summer Passing

Morning feels cooler
as August wanes to the ripening
and the returning to seed
for those whose blossoms passed
before their first summer night

Days grow shorter
Soon it will be then and never now again
Our sun lopes to twilight
Less willfull than in bright summer
When it wanted to stay up all night

Living goes on
Within the swirls of childrens balls and fortresses
And flying and bouncing
And growing too
To winter

August 12, 2007
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