……Chicken Salad and Dandeloins……
Alas, corn on the cob, cool drinks, gone!
Our choice summer, sang its last song.
Children had their day in the hot sun.
Sandcastles alone, one by one.
Baseball diamonds bare of loud cheers.
No loud shouts for “cold beer, here”!
Firecrackers, feet dug in sand.
Nor a dance, by our city’s band.
Not one silver kite, will shine on high.
Farewell, soft, endless, summer skies!
Fragrance of our beloved flowers,
We shall smell in chilled, winter’s hours!
10/29/2022
Quatrain A,A,B,B
8 words/line
Addenda~ Leader of Great Books of the Western World said:
“ This reminds me of Thomas Wolfe and Ray Bradbury,”
Categories:
thomas wolfe, farewell, fun, imagery, memory,
Form: Quatrain
What stirs within the buried heart,
what lies beneath the whim
What Seraphim have yet to pray,
what sinners yet to sin
What hides within those thoughts that stray,
what leaf remains unturned
What stirs within the buried heart,
what voice unclaimed—unheard
(Dreamsleep: December, 2021)
‘Tribute To Thomas Wolfe’
Categories:
thomas wolfe, angel,
Form: Rhyme