The Waning Days Of SummerA Poem by MichaelThinking about the changing season.
The waning days of summer,
are a magic time for me. Like the beats of some drummer, cadence-marked for all to see. It's more than just the dawning, as the summer goes to fall. It's more a season's spawning, I feel in the mornings' call. When gray gives way to redness, and daylight takes the sky, its beauty leaves me breathless, I enjoy this Godly high. For God does paint the cirrus, with pigments and then with hue a season soon to leave us told with color and with dew. For now enjoy these mornings as their end comes too fast, and fall then gives warnings, of the cold of winter's blast. © 2011 MichaelAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorMichaelBeaufort, SCAboutWinner of the 2007 Espy Award for light verse. My quote for life: "Poets my not change the world, but we do start the quiver in the snow that grows into the avalanche of change. That is enough f.. more..Writing
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