From high in the sky
sun sinks slowly,
lengthening afternoons and evenings.
Time seems suspended.
Children’s days are long
and full of freedom.
For me, the dwindling has begun.
In ripening fruit
in scent of sun warmed grasses
in insect choruses
the beginning of the end sings
Lovely and the water drops on the roses … Summer is back.
Thanks, How kind you are to come by and comment. Warm Wishes, Tasha
You really make it seem so easy with your presentation but I to find this topic to be really something that I believe I would never understand. It seems too complex and very broad for me. I’m looking ahead in your subsequent publish, I’ll attempt to get the hang of it!
Thank you for your comment. I did not see it before. If I can help you understand something please let me know. Warm greetings, Tasha
found you!! Beautiful poem
Thanks, Ken, Glad to see ou here on WordPress. Hugs, Tasha