THE END COMES TOO SOON
where to begin when you are searching for the end is the trailhead marked
the thunder rumbles in the mountains the sky darkens rain spatters on the ground
last month of summer soon school begins summer is gobbled up
where does it go picnicking/hiking summer’s fun things
out and about against the sun’s last rays the sunset takes our breath away
fishing on the lake at summer’s end last cast…
put the tackle away autumn is in the air the temperature is cooler now
bring in the wood the color explodes get ready for the leaves to fall
trees take on skeletal form a winter forest sad, and lonely …the end comes too soon
August 1, 2017
9 comments:
yet with it a new beginning..I like the seasonal take here. Thanks for your contribution to the end.
The seasons change, life changes...from beginning to ending. Lovely write.
Summer does seem short. Winter is also. Time just flows by.
Very interesting form, poignant words full of description. I really like this.
I anticipate fall, my favourite season, full of colour.........I still havent caught a summer sunset. I had better get to it, before it's too late.
I'm with Sherry - autumn is my favourite season and a good place to begin the year's trail. I love the colours of autumn, the fog and rain, the storms and squalls, and the wistful sadness, which you have captured here. Summer will be back again at the end of the trail.
I could hear the soft sighs for fleeting summer. In India summer is horrid. We always long for brief and beautiful winter.
It's a beautiful poem. A refreshing take on the prompt.
Awesome blog, i always enjoy & read the post you are sharing!
Thank for your very good article...!
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