Morning breaks,
moistened by the evening coolness.
Misty fingers meander
across the grassy knoll, touching
every blade of grass in tender caress.
A slumbering sun lumbers over the horizon,
rising to prominence by degrees.
The wind wafts over the spreading green,
a scene witnessed time and again.
Summer breathes its last gasping breath,
a cough and a wheeze in a cold autumn breeze,
and an expiration expected, but sadly endured.
Autumn falls.
Walt
I think you must have looking out my window this morning.
ReplyDeleteThe description here is perfect.
Lovely!
Very cloudy here with the sun occasionally peaking through--Fall is creeping in like Sandburg's "fog".
ReplyDeleteOn a weekend walk, I caught traces of changing leaves, more signs of the season.
Patricia
http://pmpoetwriter.blogspot.com/
I love that you begin with "Morning breaks," and conclude with "Autumn falls." I admire the subtle word play. Also "misty fingers meander." Lovely!
ReplyDeleteLadies, always a boost to get such a warm acceptance on a cool day. They expect close to eighty, but for now, the weather ain't cooperating.
ReplyDeleteAcross the lake, we're expecting 90! Ugh ... can we trade?
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