DM Babbit Poet Free verse

Summer's End

The trees succumb quietly
 to a languishing lull
 where neither breeze nor gust rises.
The hovering quiet stillness
 remains untouchable
 for only a moment or two more.
The calm rush ensues
 hurried whispers in the branches
 dancing wildly upon the leaves.
It is an early morning swan song
 singing softly of the summer's end
 taking in that last hot breath of time.
The trees begin to show their color change
 just a hint of pastel shaded hues,
 light yellows, pale reds, peachy orange with sky blues.
A slow enticing change embracing
 as the earth and trees begin to slowly undress
 gathering in spring and summer's bounty.
Too soon that magnificence
 will be barren and naked
 standing fully revealed in the wind.

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Ovidiu Bocsa September 4, 2017 at 11:13 AM Your verses are like petals of a wonderful flower and like incredibly touching noble soul, the leaves of time: I follow them in the dance imposed by the playful wind. Great! Like myth and de-mytisation, construction and de-construction of our world of common recollections.