A Sonnet for Summer’s Ending

A Sonnet for Summer’s Ending September 21, 2019

I love this time of swan song summer days
when autumn is not quite here but her red
fingers, fresh with new paint, like a child, plays
at tinging the leaves’ edges overhead.
I love the silver-pearled webs appearing
here and there and the bare hint of cool breath
of dawn giving up the ghost to cheering
sunshine’s last glad hug. It’s a sweet, good death.
I love the apples, green and big, bowing
their branches under weight of fruitfulness.

I love Charlotte’s smiling pink mouth chowing
down on one, her bright joy all truthfulness.
Childhood and age dance in these days of light
departing into tender starlit night.

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