Sitting alone
On my own
No one beside me,
I close my eyes and listen,
To the ear-piercing silence around me,
As I listen
I open my senses.
I feel the warm gentle heartbeat of the air
Its soft gentle breath flows through my hair
And slowly past my ears,
It whispers
A sweet melody
Humming each note
With care.
I take each breath
And taste summer in the air,
I taste its gentle,
Sweet and bitter goodness.
I look into the distance
And see
Summer setting
On the horizon
I take one moment of the summer air
My final moment,
The best of them all,
My last,
For tomorrow,
Is fall.
(Editorial commentary: As I see the start of little flakes of snow falling in Rochester, this is a superb poem to post. It gracefully spreads across the page, using a number of poetic tools. And best of all, it reminds us how lucky we are to be alive to enjoy the passing of each season. Thank you, Taliesa.)
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