Fading Days of Summer
The days are growing short and the nights long
I can smell the autumn hovering on the fringe
Waiting to claim its rightful place
As it uses summer’s stark heat
To blow the dry winds of change
Soon there will be golden leaves
And the fields will give forth their bounty
Conceived and ripened in this fading season
There will be a crisp chill upon the wind
Stinging my face and making pink my cheeks
The sun will slip off to an early sleep
Tucking in the darkness, behind the mesa
A plush carpet of burdened grasses
Will blanket and protect the seeds
Given back to the earth for safe keeping
This morning I prepared and saved the peaches and berries
Their sweetness will remind me of summer
As I smell the pies baking on a frozen winter’s day
Reminding me how quickly the seasons pass
And how soon spring will melt the snow from the earth
Soon I will gather and chop the wood
I will feel the unmistakable crunch of leaves beneath my feet
I shall pick my last bouquet of lavender, cosmos and roses
Make the season's final batch of strawberry ice cream
But for now I nap in the sunshine and kiss the fading days of summer
Sherry Gail Heim
August 27, 2005
Copyright © Sherry Gail Heim 2005
Tracey xoox(c :)
in the country.
Wonderful poem, Sherry
love and peace
your friend abdi-noor
Reindeer
Ron
Regis
Beautiful Lady M'Sherry!!
Love Tinka
This is timeless. One could drift through the delightfulness of this time after time and come out of it, with completion each and every read.
You made the chopping of the wood sound like something everyone will want to run out and get done, and oh, Oh the strawberry icecream and the picking of lavender and roses..I may just have to take a walk through the woods today, and just take in the season.
You don't write often, but when you do, it's a wonderful treat for all.
Take care Sherry!
Lisa
Peace and happiness
HH
Felix
Great poetic imagery.
Only thing is here it has been autumnal weather since last september..
Wonderful Poem Sherry!
It's relative ,..or At leaast I relate it to on I just wrote
today......Eceptional poem!
peace',
Rich Criso Suarez.....but wassup with the end of that music?
Love,
Eileen