29 Apr 2017

A Farewell

I watched alone by sunlit edge
of pond and meadow touching hands
those flirting leaves that twitched and swirled 
gold dessication incomplete

while water ruffling to shore
beneath bowed willows' trailing arms
pushed tender shards of russet brown
to curl contentedly in reeds

no harsh sounds to be heard that day
for everything seeming hushed and still
but autumn whispered in the breeze
and summer hummed a sad farewell

2017 © Lesly Frances Finn

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