(Originally posted September 5, 2018)
Red roses wilt as fervor gone.
Blooms of purple,
Blooms of yellow,
. . . lavenders and sunflowers–they turn pale and mellow.
In display are the fading hues of sad meadows.
The Midnight Sun’s a tease,
Leaving night navy skies a lot to miss.
Leaving farthest northerners
Wistful and down-
Who never needed a clown?
The Arctic Light is quick to leave.
When will Sunrise meet Sunset–
For billion years the skies ponder, it can’t sleep.
In love? The last seems likely, I think.
Goats abandoned Southwest Morocco:
Through with argan trees–
For in agony are jaws and vestigial toes.
Hope is a keeper; Sorrows come and go.
So long Summer,
My arms spread
In oblation: Own me heavenly Dad.
To autumn, I am ready to say hello.
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