The End of Summer Days
The days arrive and leave without fanfare.
They sweep in late in the evening
with sunlight dancing on the glass door
glimmering reflections on the wall.
As the day passes
it ticks away slowly
with the sun rising high
then directly overhead.
The leaves and branches of the trees
cast shadows that close in
blocking out the light
and whispering the day is half done.
A soft, light, gentle caressing breeze
touches the leaves lightly
making the tree tremble in the shade
and all goes still and quiet.
Not a sound breaks the air
all seems to be at rest
breathing in the last days of summer
that hung on then seemed to leave too soon.
The reminder of the day
stretches out to twilight, dusk
a sunset painted in pink and blue
across the distant horizon.
The end of summer hangs in the air
and begins to leave
silent and untethered
quietly as it came.
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