A Stone: One daily observation.
End of summer, a time of longing.
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End of Summer
In the morning
The feel of autumn
Summer fades
Promises to return
The early light
Caresses the mountains
Skin as tough as a turtle shell
Birds in gentle flight
End of summer a welcome relief
Goodbye to hot lazy afternoons
Breathless evenings
Time of waiting
Time of longing
Cool autumn air beckons
Afternoon needs a sweater
Evening demands a fire
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You must be cooling down faster than we are, but that hint of autumn breeze is with us in the mornings. I can’t wait. My favourite time of year. Love the line : “Skin as tough as a turtle shell”.
margo
I can feel it coming here, too, Annell, and look forward to winter and indoor weather. More time to write. Hey! They had SNOW in South Africa yesterday! What the heck??
I welcome the snow… Annell Livingston HC 74 Box 21860 El Prado, NM 87529
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Like this atmospheric verse…
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Love those last two lines!
Love the windup, preparing me for approaching autumn: ” Afternoon needs a sweater/Evening demands a fire.” Perfect setup for the change of seasons, a movement that drew me back from the tropics to Upstate NY and finally to the Midwest. Thanks, Annell, and here’s one back:
http://sharplittlepencil.wordpress.com/2011/08/17/strolling-we-write-poems/
Annell, you’ve reminded how much I love living in a highly elevated area. Nice.
Pamela
Hi Annell, your poem reminds me that I should start looking at We Write Poems again. I had enjoyed that site, but got away from it. As far as thinking of end of summer as a welcome relief, I don’t feel the same. I am always saddened by summer’s (my favorite season) end and somehow count down my life in summers yet to be lived. Soon one more summer will be history for me, and that saddens me.
Although I really love Autumn, I am too aware of what follows it. Really like your poem and yes, soon, afternoon will need a sweater,
Elizabeth
Your last three lines describe what this summer has been here. I’m hoping that the Autumn will be warmer ! Love the poem – very moving…
Elemental, how your poem is. I feel the relationship, person and place, and observing change. Grounding water, that’s the phrase that comes to me. Good point of view.
Thanks for sharing your unique perspective here.