Tuesday, September 27, 2011

The Turning

Summer’s warmth has not yet gone
But soon will pass away
The humid days and languid nights
Have held us in their sway

Now on this evening sultry
At the end of day
The turning’s here, I sense it
The fall’s sweet decay

Ken Goree

I actually wrote this on Sunday, as autumn was hinting at its arrival.  Now, on Tuesday, with the wind, rain and scattered leaves all around, the poem seems outdated.

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