pale winter moon
in the sadness
of a cold late afternoon
the pool is empty
the gulls fight over scraps
the sky is fading pink
and now i must wait
wait until october
It is always sad (for me) when summer comes to an end and I know that another spring is SOOOO far away. This is one of my favorite poems of yours really.
beautiful.. I was looking at the same winter moon from my bedroom window last night. It rose late in my parts.
ReplyDeleteSigh... there is such tender wistfulness here.
ReplyDeleteIt is the start of the warm season where I live, but yes, I can understand the saddness of saying goodbye to one season to make room for another.
ReplyDeleteIt is always sad (for me) when summer comes to an end and I know that another spring is SOOOO far away. This is one of my favorite poems of yours really.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Each year it becomes harder to bear and we don't even have cold winters by northern hemisphere standards.
DeleteThis is one of my favourites of yours as well. Winters are hard. Stay warm.
ReplyDeleteI'm in Florida now, but I remember that feeling well when I lived in Virginia. You captured it beautifully.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful write!
ReplyDeleteAh yes...
ReplyDeleteZQ
A beautiful wistful write. It is hard waiting for spring, for summer...
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
You've caught the bleakness well, and said it beautifully.
ReplyDeleteWaiting is never an easy game to play...
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