Fading From Life
it’s always august’s end
september’s beginning
that bothers me the most
i feel that brush of cool air
press against me
like a kiss on dead lips
the trees are now painted
a sunset’s reflection
but all i see is red
in summer’s end
the leaves dance gracefully
beneath the winds
one last time
before they fall
the trees will soon stand
blank of life
like you and you and you
and my mind
as i remember
each ending
as i watched them
fall from life
amongst summer’s end
09/07/13
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013
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