Sunday, July 31, 2016

A Promise

Stuck to my kitchen floor
On the last day of July
While rain distorts the windowpanes,
And thunder rattles the rafters,
Is a red leaf.











Bright like the Fourth of July,
Humble as pine straw,
I thought it was a squashed fig.
My heart sprung at the thought
Of summer over,
Of stormy Autumn,
Of chilly November,
While weather bellows overhead
Of a brief break in the oppression
Of furnace days and sticky nights.
The leaf whispers,
'Soon, soon!'

Copyright by the author
July 31, 2016

5 comments:

  1. Fall means the tourists go home!! Yay! (That's a big deal to those of us who live in small towns that are overrun with tourists all summer!)

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  2. Lovely poem.
    I'm not ready for fall yet.

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  3. Gorgeous words Mk but Autumn cam stay on vacation a bit longer if that's ok!

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  4. A lovely poem.
    I'm not quite ready for the cold weather yet. Our summers here are lovely and feel like one long spring.

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  5. How very lovely! I too have seen my first red leaf on the forest floor. Autumnal hope springs eternal! We were in the mountains near Asheville yesterday to celebrate my mother-in-law's 100th birthday, and it was cooler and fresher there. Still warm for the area, though.

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