Photo: Poem: Summer Pond
Monday, October 13, 2014
Ronald Bog Photo by Martin Degrazie |
Summer Pond
By Cynthia Sheridan
We gently greet each brand new day in grateful company
This day, like every other, I sink slowly in my chair
Yet sense an eerie somberness, a difference in the air
I watch the silver ripples gleam as by the sun they’re kissed
But softly cross the surface creeps a quiet purple mist
The lithe and graceful willow tree reflects a faded green
The lusciousness of hotter days is nowhere to be seen
I fear the faithful equinox has dealt a final blow
The summer pond has met its match, now autumn is on show
A sudden rush of motion coming from a nearby tree
An egret flaps its foolish wings and settles awkwardly
Then, swoosh, the sound of rushing air; a glimpse of feathers white
The egret, like the summer sun, once more has taken flight
1 comments:
Wonderful poem. Autumn is here, without a doubt!
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