Why not extend
In all directions?
Leaves rattle in nut trees.
If a shadow winks
Once, one deduces
Autumn, and all things
Hide in yellow
Light where late
Summer slipped out
A weedy gate.
Fall heals something
No one knew was injured,
Something heat can't kill.
Dreams endure and will
Always slide like a
Ouija planchette across
Seasons, not led but
Followed by reason.
Summer did indeed slip out the gate this year. I hardly noticed it was gone but it was.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poem. Fall is my favorite season, and maybe your poem explains why.
ReplyDeleteIt's happening fast this year, the leaves are slicing through the air and is covering the green with yellow and when I look up, I see yellow dotted blue skies.
ReplyDeleteHave a nice week.
JB
My flowers told me that it was time to say good bye to summer. They are still blooming but are covered with the leaves that are starting to fall. The cool air has made its appearance and though it is so welcoming, I know it is just the forebearer of the cold winds to follow.
ReplyDeleteVery philosophical Geo to say the least.
ReplyDelete". . . and all things
ReplyDeleteHide in yellow
Light where late
Summer slipped out
A weedy gate."
Love that!