Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Crickets.
Already.

In September.

Seems like just last year
I was 30.

Grandchildren run up to the house
for ice cream cones.
Soon, the snow capped hills.

Two laugh on the porch,
handing out sprinkles.

Then soon, September.
Crickets already.

drove across the mountain
looks like fall
smells like fall
but this is Arizona
seasons measured by thermometer

we ain't there, yet

summer flew....
a restless bird
flying into a changing sky
the music we care about
will give us hope,
the words from the collective consciousness....

good to hear them doreen

lovely, doreen. lyrical, evocative, love the silence between the lines.

just yesterday
i could jog the distance
hot weather, i'm down to half

leaves fallen
to the ground
patterns of scatter

Enjoyed, Doreen

So much beauty
Nice poem