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
notice
notice
August 9, 2015
14 comments:
Ah yes.. the summer is coming to an end.. such a lovely tribute to this season. Beautifully penned :D
Lots of love,
Sanaa
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.
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.
There is a quiet acceptance in these words, but also a silent yearning that can be felt deep down inside,
Elizabeth
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.
Lovely images in this changing season contemplation
Have a nice Sunday Annel
Much love...
this transition could felt in the lines...beautiful images here....
Nicely done.
An intriguing montage.
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
This has wow factor!!
Here is my poem:
stinging the sin
Very good poem - Ah yes, bring on the fall colors. The green is getting rather boring now
I really liked this one, the visual was so real.
There is a real feeling of seasons passing by, receding seamlessly one into the other, through your words. Nicely written.
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