Beneath a tacit
moon, disquieting hours
amidst oblique rain -
last yellow leaves fade to brown
last of summer heat dies down.
The final labors
in gardens before school bells
crisply chime morning.
Hopes and dreams of endless fun
sound against work left undone.
Further north, lonely loons
cry against a Matisse blue
the unacknowledged -
traversing the great unknown
always and never alone.
This is the cycle
of love, spectrums of unknown,
twilight mystery.
Rhythms knock against old fear,
soul sighs, be still and listen.
Still as a snowflake
before landing on your tongue ~
a winter allegro.
Rise, soar to sunflower high,
summer glories full, replete.
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