The land is kissed,
With clouds of mist.
The last day,
Of summer begins.
–
Amber edged trees,
Dance in the breeze.
A chill edge,
Flows over bare skin.
The land is kissed,
With clouds of mist.
The last day,
Of summer begins.
–
Amber edged trees,
Dance in the breeze.
A chill edge,
Flows over bare skin.
2 replies on “Last Morning of Summer”
Lovely imagery….in just a few words, great poem 🙂
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Thank you Ray it was one of those splendid moments
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