The Last Of High Summer

written on a hot day

a step-aside perspective

                       of less perfect petals

                       shaken by the thick air,

steady and warm

                       a movement just behind the seen

                       slight despite the moving sun

that lights a brown carpet

                       Autumn`s foetal push

                       the head of summer trapped

in the fementation of sour-juiced apples

                      the barren hardness of small fruit

                      (late growth;givers failing to provide)

so that`s it then; close the door with care

                      darken the light with linen

                      stroke a face damp with warm rain.

Reviews

[prachi prangya agasti]

perfect description liked it very much... was like feeling those lines.. in summer!!

[Melobldnfr]

"Slight despite the moving sun"

I like this very much. Makes me want to reach out and touch someone's face despite the heat.

Also, it put me in mind of how people can be 'late bloomers'.

Thanks so much.

[Pete Langley]

You have the mood perfectly, Les....it`s melancholic, watching summer go...the last growth gone, the browning of the edges, but still hanging on....mirrored in life as well. P.