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Summer's End

A translucent blossom 
caught in a last sunbeam 
sang softly to me …

of dewy morning 
when rain bound droplets 
slid along arched anticipation 
of winged visitors 
that brush softly 
past sticky stamens 
the pitch of their audible flight 
rising and falling 
as beating wings 
gauzy in motion 
buzzed gently 
against alabaster anther...  

of high sun heat 
when colors blend 
and cast shade 
as a blessing 
when nearby leaves 
transpire 
moist airy breath
a fragrant exhalation...

of callyxed memories
when colors were enclosed
pre-floralescent
whorled sepals wrapped
a destiny of desire
budding but not yet bloomed…

as the song ended
I realized I held the petals
against my damp cheek
and the song
was the wind.

◄ Good Night Moon...not that book.

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Adam Rabinowitz

Mon 19th Aug 2019 00:10

Thank you Raj, Lisa, and Keith,
Your kind words mean a lot. As a school teacher about to find the teacher hat wherever I threw it back in June, the end of the summer is hard.

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keith jeffries

Sun 18th Aug 2019 15:32

After one reading of this poem I was transported to another place. A highly descriptive form of writing which captivates the reader.

Thank you for this
Keith

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Lisa C Bassignani

Sat 17th Aug 2019 13:49

There is nothing like a sit in the garden of Earth.
Blissful
Soothing
Tranquil
And always amazing any time of year. The end of summer is especially nice.


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Raj Ferds

Sat 17th Aug 2019 09:31

Oh I needed that Adam.
It came at a time when mundane human interactions were sapping my energy. Nature is such a wonderful nature. I liked the way it flows... sweet rhythm.

Raj.

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Adam Rabinowitz

Sat 17th Aug 2019 06:20

Thank you, Do.RoThy

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