before the summer's end

[sweetwater]

the air becoming cool as the autumn approaches
days before the end of summer
in the morning breeze and cool fresh smile
of waking in the silent gesturing sun
squinting in the movement of and toward
some beginning all over again

phrasings in the metaphor
of night and crowds that only appear
in the imaginings

waiting to hear the rhyme of this moment
unto oneself as the 'in crowding' silence
of being alone

peacefully again and there to be
in the contemplative breeze

the seeming mystery of being
and becoming

[dadio]

Almost prayer like. V Good

[theirishsea]

the seeming mystery of being
and becoming

a nice ending. I like this poem----and the ending just works beautifully as I read it.

[sweetwater]

hey hey that's what the norse say

thanks

tuk so miket
or something like that