Today, in the sunlight,
are these the last throws of the summer
The Wagnerian crescendo, raucous
over the mountains, falls silent; floods,
once rampant fade calmly down the valleys
The monotone memorials travel on the leaf,shimmering; invisible crests are embossed
within the fabric of our journey
Yesterday was autumn, or so you said
Instead, shrunk in short sleeves,
surprised again by the curtain calls of belief
a poem from the collection Some Trickier Poems - Love with Conflicts - available as a kindle download or library item by clicking here