Standing here waiting
the soft breeze gently blows
into me
Yesterday had been summer
today is almost fall
the sun is out
halfway visible
the other half safely hidden by the
lingering yet threatening rain clouds
My body longing
for the summer heat yet
craving and soaking up in
the moderation of a fading summer
and the beginning of winter
In this moment of reminiscence
my body celebrates the near end of a season
yet the mark of a new,embracing it
with layers of warm clothes
and an umbrella at stone throw distance
Ah, the bliss of changing seasons!
4 comments:
Seasons come and seasons go.
reminded me of a song. seasons change by Ray Boltz
well, my feelings about winter are legendary. for all the years i have lived i still have not come to terms with it.
but your poem...
it makes the winter seem so lovely
(yes i know we are going into fall but out here in the northeast, it is so over in the blink of an eye, i barely count it)
Sweet & Deep!
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