Last Breath - Summer
“To say it was a beautiful day would not begin to explain it. It was that day when the end of summer intersects perfectly with the start of fall.”
– Ann Patchett
Summers last breath quickens my heart
My longing gasp to hold the warmth
Against my skin as you leave
Whispered farewell the geese fly south
I skip stones from a lonely shore
Trade long days for sunset colors
Welcome fall’s crispy open door
written: 9-6-2019
FAREWELL, SUMMER Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: nette onclaud
Copyright © Jeanne Mcgee | Year Posted 2019
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