A poem for Thursday.

Now that it is warming up, I miss NH and it’s cool fall. This poem goes back 28 years…YIKES!

August

How I long for autumn

Sweet ambience…

fiery skies,

dazzle my eyes.

 

Summer still holds you close

with blistery heat at most.

But a few cool days,

is having your way.

For autumn always follows

migrations of swallows.

 

if I look real close,

your leaves brown at the edges…

the winds follow your pledges,

and knock down a few early.

 

How I long for your sweet scent…

early nights…

time well spent.

Dreaming of your return…

How I long for autumn.

 

LEE    8-19-92

 

 

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