Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Late Summer Days

Twirling and dancing,
I've 
skipped through summer. 
Laughter and smiles 
leading all the way.

From eastern excursions,
to 
miles west of home
it seemed perfection
graced all my days.


sand between my toes
sunshine on my shoulders fair
silence drowned the dawn



but dare I blink 
and spy this dream
fading into dusk
as autumn crowns 
the harvest morn
and 
toil resumes its thrust.





one cannot e'er lie
idle sleeping all their days
wake to life once more

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