Goose Summer
Goose Summer
soft centred delight
that kernel corner of the year
coated in hard aged cold
colour roars
and tears the attention
struts into the darkest niche
and blows the gloom away.
yet softly, softly
once more the air is warm
trees become rattles
their desiccated glory hisses
when shaken by brief balmy winds
cloud shed black blots
of birds
all ride the rainbow wave south
then call the geese
who buoyed upon broad whispers of wings
sweep from the wintering skies
the last vestiges of summer.
Copyright © Patricia Cresswell | Year Posted 2017
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