Morning Poem, August 4, 2016

The first verse of August’s song

Is the sound of sunshine and ripe fruit

And the thrill of immersion in the blue stream

But its coda is melancholy

And has in its long harmony

The first notes of summer’s death

And the coming of the snows.

 

Copyright 2016

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