Autumn Song
The sunset
is delicately chipped
in cherry wood.
Summer sings in your memory
that sits now, silent,
under a puzzle of trees,
sunlight salmoning hair
streaming into hands.
It is over.
A summer sonata
is in the wind. Winter
comes silently
on sorrel moccasins.
Copyright © Glen Enloe | Year Posted 2005
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