pages of a book
being turned by the wind
long dead grass
damp and bending
tender blackberries
dropping into my hand
a summer ending
bees hungry
sometimes
heartache feels good
.
.
pages of a book
being turned by the wind
long dead grass
damp and bending
tender blackberries
dropping into my hand
a summer ending
bees hungry
sometimes
heartache feels good
.
.
a good way of looking at it.
A new season with its own life is just around the bend.
you added verse :-)
Just returned last night from taking Adam to his last year at college Vermont. In many ways the five hour trip is longer than the nine hours it took to drive to Potsdam NY for my older son. Sitting at the kitchen table I read Driving West and felt a kindred sprit with Linda Pastan. I re-read it this morning, it is a great poem. Thanks.
sounds like a blanket spread on the lawn …
i like how you think…
Summer can’t be over yet, it’s only just getting started here in Southern California (although my blackberry vine is depleted)
i just hate seeing it go! the signs…even if they are good…make me miss summer already.