Sunday, August 9, 2015

August 9, 2015 The Sunday Whirl/A Change of Seasons -- Poets United

A Change of Seasons

the web of life in the valley          includes the sound of rattles            the beat of drums

floating onto the mesa                     over the sage                         and into the open window

celebration is in the night air         feet dance                                      voices raised in song

a scry of wild fowl fly above           a chill can be felt             fall approaches unexpectedly

still the days are hot        the sun scorches the sunflowers         which bloom beside the road

the water is cold in the creek      tumbles from the mountains       summer recedes without

August 9, 2015


  1. Ah yes.. the summer is coming to an end.. such a lovely tribute to this season. Beautifully penned :D

    Lots of love,

  2. I love seeing and smelling the desert through your poems. Love the smell of sage.......we had it in the Okanagan where I grew up. I feel the difference in the air up here too, where we are turning towards fall. Truly, summer galloped past here, I am amazed.

  3. 23 years ago I spent a year in Phoenix and learned about a dessert summer... I would appreciate the end of summer there.. Such a relief it would be.

  4. There is a quiet acceptance in these words, but also a silent yearning that can be felt deep down inside,


  5. So true that summer recedes without notice. Unfortunately we can all see the signs already. We waited for so long, and now it already begins to wane. Such is the cycle of life.

  6. Lovely images in this changing season contemplation
    Have a nice Sunday Annel

    Much love...

  7. this transition could felt in the lines...beautiful images here....

  8. Summer is indeed receding - even here where you may not even notice! And yet there seems still to be wonder in the world around you..the cool water and sounds...I think summer would be pleased that you noticed it starting to leave

  9. Very good poem - Ah yes, bring on the fall colors. The green is getting rather boring now

  10. I really liked this one, the visual was so real.

  11. There is a real feeling of seasons passing by, receding seamlessly one into the other, through your words. Nicely written.